One of the first things Dr. Schulick did along with the second surgery was re-insert a drain hose up Faina's nose, down the esophagus, and into the intestines. Besides being an uncomfortable procedure, just imagine the discomfort level of a rubber hose running down the back of your throat, not to mention up your nostril. One a scale of 0-10 ... I was happy for Faina yesterday evening to see her sans hose. Besides being a lot more comfortable, she is also free of the connection of the hose to one of the multitude of ports behind her bed, in this case to a slow drawing vacuum.
There is still very little sound coming from the intestines. This condition is challenging Faina's sense of peace. What can it mean that her intestines are not perking back into action? In medical parlance, her body suffered an insult, "a bodily injury, irritation, or trauma." For now chalk the quiet up to an insulted intestine. Nurse Jen advised patience, "These things take time. Meanwhile do what you are doing, get up, walk around. It is the best thing you can do. Give it some time."
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