Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Finally, after almost a month since my fall on the ice and rupturing my quadriceps, I am having surgery to repair those quadriceps. My orthopedist told me that after surgery, recovery time will be six to eights weeks. A long haul folks. But, could be worse. I could have broken my hip or got a fractured skull when I tripped/slipped on that mound of ice that had frozen at the base of the drain pipe at the corner of the building.
I slept fitfully last night. I can never get a good sleep the night before surgery. I worry. I'm not fond of going under (anesthesia) again. Two things that scare me now that never used to: going under anesthesia and flying in planes. Imagine, being enclosed in a tube six miles high in the sky for over five hours with every seat packed. First time I flew across country (to San Francisco in 1979), it was a lark. This last time (flying to L.A.), my heart was in my mouth. I'm also fearful of heights now, never used to be when I was younger. But I'm straying off the subject at hand here. Surgery today.
Bill will help me slid into the back seat of our car (I still can't lift my lower left leg). I have to be at the hospital by 11:15 AM. Of course we'll get there earlier.
I took my anti-bacterial shower again this morning as I have done for the past week. Try taking a shower when you can't life your left leg or put pressure on it for fear of falling down. Thank goodness my metal cane is waterproof. Again, I think of how lucky I am with "only" a leg with torn ligaments. What do people do who have BOTH legs incapacitated? God bless them and their caretakers. Bless Bill, I have been such a burden on him for the past month. Limping around the house here, unable to go downstairs, drive a car, or clean the house. I'm useless right now. A couch potato.
I am so looking forward to going back to work. To getting my life back on track. To sitting at this computer without my left leg stretched out to the side, causing pain in my back as I update this blog.
Enough complaining from me. Soon I will be on my way to another adventure at the local hospital. They have me in their data base from my past visits for prostate cancer procedures and multiple kidney stone visits and two surgeries. I've had more hospital procedure these past two years than I've had my whole life. From 1962, when I dislocated my other knee when I was in the Army, I didn't have a hospital visit until 2001, my first kidney stone attack. Then I had two sphincterotmoty surgeries (the first one didn't take) in 2003 at the VA. All those years I worked at the banks. I didn't even have a doctor. I left my one job at Girard with 220 sick days accrued. Of course my later hospital procedures, not working not paid just like now. But I'm rambling.
I'm going to lie down and rest now. Haven't had anything to eat or drink since about 10 PM last night. One hour we leave for the hospital
I hope to be back here at this location later today. If I'm not, it's been real.