Poor Ken. Last evening at dinner we discovered that he was bleeding from the wound from the surgery on Thursday morning. We all read the instructions sent home, telling what to do when bleeding starts, and at first the bleeding seemed to stop so he went to bed. But the bleeding got worse through the night. By morning he was in a mess. Diana removed the bandages to find where the blood was coming from, and cleaned up the dried blood which was everywhere. And I called the doctor.
We followed his instructions but the bleeding did not stop so the good doctor met us in his clinic at 10:00. The problem was that I can not drive and Ken can not see through the blood coming down his face. Diana and Gary helped. Their plan was to see the Delta and the BB King Museum so they drove us to the office. While driving there, I contacted Kate, who then kindly picked us up to bring us home. The timing was perfect. Ken was coming out just as Kate was driving up.
The final instructions from the doctor was for Ken to stay quietly for two days, using ice compresses for ten minutes of every waking hour. Ken informed the doctor that we were hosting a party that night. "I do not think so," said the doctor. Ken of course, thought that he would be fine for a short time but when we left for the party, Ken was taking a nap, so we quietly slipped out of the house. When we returned at 9:30, he was still in bed. His plan was to come to our party but life turned a corner and he stayed home. We missed him, but what can you do. The best laid plans...
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