That pretty much sums up today.
Yes, she farted and pooped twice. Between poops the chaplain came by. She was busy hallucinating and trying to sleep when he arrived. No one seemed to worried about the hallucinations; it's all the drugs she is getting.
I gave him a short history of her long medical mess. The last thing I told him is that she had pooped and that was the best thing that could happen. I told him I wasn't religious in response to his question about that. Then he asked if he could pray and thank God for her poop. I agreed. Half way through the very short prayer she got pretty agitated so I told him to finish on his own and I went to help her.
I had a hard time not giggling while he prayed about her poop. But I managed to hold it together.
Surgeon came by late this afternoon and ordered a blood transfusion. Her hemoglobin is 8, which is pretty low no matter how you measure it.
That should really perk her up. She needs to get up and move so her body will heal better and she won't get any bed sores. The transfusion will give her the energy to do that.