|Ron humbled - on a walker|
Surgery is over folks. I had to spend the night at the hospital for pain monitoring. Big baby girl that I am, the pain was a bit unbearable after the anesthesia wore off, as I was warned. The first pain killer I took just about knocked me out with nausea so I had to take another pain killer. I've been taking that one very four hours since and of course I haven't pooped, one of the lovely side "benefits" of taking pain killers. But the pain is controlled.
If you want to know what is causing the pain checkout the photo below that I took when I cleaned my wound. Yep, them there are staples in my leg. Nice, huh?
|My stapled leg (sorry for the gross out but I do like to share)|
SAME room where The Cajun (Wayne) spent his last days. "Oh no!" I thought. Turns out it was a different room, but right across the hall from where Wayne was staying.
My surgery was at 1 in the afternoon. They wheeled me to my room at 5 PM or so.
All was fine until about 2:30 AM in the morning when the floor nurse advised me I was "getting a roommate." Turns out an old guy like me (and a vet) tripped over (of all things) a wheelchair and broke his hip.
Lights on, man screaming in pain, many people coming in interviewing him, man screaming in pain (did I say a man was screaming in pain?) I felt so sorry for this man. I know he was in great pain and discomfort but a restful night of sleep with my painkillers was out of the question for me.
But again, my situation was NOTHING compared to this man's awful and painful condition. I felt so bad for him.
Yesterday I was supposed to be released at 9 AM. Bill and I left at 5 PM. When I got home (on a walker and a portable commode - what was THAT all about? I don't NEED one of those), I was exhausted. After getting settled and settling Bill (all this stress is very hard on him plus getting me in and out of the back seat of the car, now with a walker), I laid down on my bed, fully clothed at about 7:30 PM. I didn't get up until this morning at about the same time.
This morning I had to change my dressing (with Bill' help), but that didn't work to well because I can't lift my leg and this is too stressful for Bill. I called my doctor's office and they will send out a home health care worker every other day to change my dressing. Helpless man here. See how quickly one's life can change to one of helplessness from one fall?
|Nurse Elena changing my dressing yesterday as I left the hospital|
Of course it is still very uncomfortable for me to sit at this computer so I'm bringing this post to an end. Actually, there is a silver lining here isn't there? No more rambling blog posts from Ron. Short and succinct and to the point. There's always the good side to an bad situation isn't there?
|I've been tagged a lot of things before but this is the first time I was tagged as a "Fall Risk."|