Got back from Mount Auburn just a bit ago. The sewer work is going on outside at a breakneck pace. Digging continues in front of my house. Every time the pay-loader hits the ground my house shakes. I just hope they don't pop a gas line. The gas company is on the road behind us because people are complaining of a gas smell.
I don't think the gas people get me. When I was asked if I smelled anything I said, yes sulfur could either be something decomposing in the open sewer, a gas main, or portal to hell. The guy just responded 'well okay then'. The dogs don't like the house shaking, neither do I.
Got to Mount Auburn at just a bit past 8am. Did not get out until 10:30. Lots of tests, lots of blood work, lots of questions asked. Not many of mine answered. The nurse I spoke to said most people who have this type of surgery are ready to go home the very next day. I asked her if she had read the type of surgery I was having. Two hours of having someone rummage through my guts, and I don't think I will be up to doing anything the next day.
Spoke to the home health care people today. They are bringing a person over to meet me on Tuesday.