I spent two days in the hospital after the procedure placing my feeding tube. Apparently, Dr. Handsome and I had entirely different definitions of 'outpatient procedure'. I realize I'm a complete wuss, and my pain tolerance is practically in the negatives, however; I just refused to go home before I could get out of the bed by myself. When I went home, and my sweet mother came to get Jace and took him home to Ward, AR with her. My (ex)MIL came to spend the days until Josh returned helping me get around. After I returned home, I was assigned a second home health nurse, Andrèa, to help me take care of the feeding tube. I was so nervous once I got home because, frankly, I was not ready to accept the fact that I had a rubber pipe sticking out of my side. I mean seriously, the thing looked like it belonged under a sink! I have to say that Andrèa was the most fantastic nurse I could have asked for. She came the day I was discharged and showed me how to load the 'food', ...
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