After the Demerol was on board, I was helped out of bed. Stood up - ok. Tried to take a few steps - even better. Took a long stroll up and down the hall and around the nurses’ station. I’m pleased that although my abdomen is pretty flat, he didn’t pull it too tight - I could almost stand up straight.
Came back to the room, got help putting on an undershirt under the binder. I’m sitting in a chair eating bacon with coffee, in a tolerable amount of pain.
I’ve still got the catheter in, and I’m NOT looking forward to the first poop though. In particular, I’m afraid the first time I pass gas, it’s not going to only be gas. Oh well - I guess they’re used to that.