After running a battery of tests and another sleepless night in severe pain (even the Morphine pump wasn't touching this), the doctor finally decided to pull the drainage tube out to see if that would give me some relief.
Holy silver bullets! They pulled that $@#& tube out with no anesthesia. I probably grew hair on my chest! After I could catch my breath, the pain was beginning to subside. So, it was that silly tube all along. I had a sneaky suspicion!
I'm still in some pain -- but it is the bearable-I-think-I'm-going-to-live-kind-of-pain. I'm not allowed back to work until the surgeon clears me and my next appointment with him is on Wednesday.
This means the dog and I will have time to bond and hang out together.
Picture of some of the beautiful plants I received while racking up an ungodly hospital bill. SOOC - and not because I think it is amazing but I've been through some trauma and you'll just have to appreciate it as it is.