I now appreciate IVs; NG tubes are something I aspire never to do again.
The ER doctor, asked how long it would be in, gave me an answer for me to approve of rather than a reality check; he said it could all be over in thirty seconds. Pull the gas out of the stomach and be done fast, I guess.
Four hours later, when they moved me out of there into a room, I’d noticed that he never could quite make eye contact with me again all the times he went past, going from patient to patient. I hope he noticed that himself: dude. Tell it like it is. It does help us both when you do.
The stoma nurses only work Mon-Fri and I needed to replace my seal. I was telling my nurse tonight that I’d only had it demonstrated, that I hadn’t ever done it, and it turned out an older nurse was listening outside the door (your prayers at work again) who was not a stoma nurse but whose husband wore a bag. She asked if she could come in and help, and help she very much did.
So I’m about to spend the second night with that tube going through my nose to my stomach to vacuum out blood and liquid, but the obstruction finally suddenly started to clear about an hour ago.  I don’t know if that means they’ll let me go home again tomorrow; I can only hope. The surgeon earlier said it would be a few days, though.
And me with no yarn. Mom offered to fix that for tomorrow. Go Mom! I can try knitting a little again.