Thursday, January 17, 2013

Separated by a Mile

I'd say the distance from our hotel to the hospital is one mile. I've ridden a taxi for one leg, a car for two and walked five in slush and snow. Scott spent the day recovering from they muddiness of anesthesia. Lots of sleep. Lots of boredom.

He does a barium swallow in the morning at 9:00. If it shows he's swallowing well he'll be allowed to eat and drink. Most POEM patients go home the next day, so scott tells it. He won't have to trek the mile. Part of the deal is a taxi ride back.

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