this morning they decided it was time to relocate my iv to a different vein. this is just something thats done periodically. so preliminary to that they yanked out the old one, and for about 15 minutes i had freedom from that terrible bondage. i literally jogged two orbits with the sort of shuffle-foot move necessitated by wearing flipflop sandals – 200 meters. i was grinning stupidly at people, and saying "freedom!" with a simpsonsesque irony familiar to younger koreans. i walked another 7 orbits (thus totalling almost a kilometer) before i was called to heel and sat for the new iv.
as sometimes occurs, they had trouble placing the new iv – recalcitrant veins and all that. so it took four attempts before a new one "took." the new placemenent is particularly uncomfortable, being right at the inside left elbow, which limits movement on my left arm. as a consequence, i have graduated from one good hand and one useless hand to having two half-useful hands instead.
i have begun to feel that this system of iv-stands has evolved as a weird kind of unintentional social control for healthcare environments. it prevents the patients from moving around too much or too fast by having them hooked up to these cumbersome carts.
after lunch i was rushed downstairs for a consult with dr ryu. he said there are imperfections in the "flap" (as he refers to the reconstruction, i think from the surgical technique involved), but my otherwise notable resiliancy seems to be compensating more than adequately. reading between the lines: the procedures outcome has been disappointing but the patients stubbornness is making that fact utterly moot and as a result the patient will be just fine.
dr ryu also told me to talk as much as i want – "i know you like to do that." and he said stop tilting my head to the left or i might get stuck that way. he remarked too, "i think you would like to go home." i said, "definitely." so he said that if things stay on track with the infection clearing, i might get discharge before next weekend.