|Filling out the paperwork (again) while waiting to see my doctor yesterday|
Yesterday I saw my doctor (orthopedic surgeon) for the first time since my surgery a week ago.
My appointment was at noon-time, apparently during his office's lunch time because there were no other patients in the waiting room.
Bill and I arrived early (45 minutes) early as we usually do for our appointments. Generally we are taken in early but not yesterday.
We waiting in the waiting room. After about twenty minutes my leg really started to hurt (I have to keep it elevated). I sought out one of the office assistants and asked if I could be placed in one of the backrooms on one of those tables where I could keep my leg elevated. She seemed a bit annoyed with me and said "No one is allowed in back until the doctor is in." She said it twice. I got the message. My leg was still hurting, and getting worse. She suggested that I elevate my leg on another chair in the waiting room. That I did and the increasing pain in my leg started to recede.
The doctor's assistant opens my brace so I'm ready for the doctor. He comes in the room about ten minutes later. It is very uncomfortable for me to lie on one of those tables because they are build for short people. If you're over 5'6" you're hanging over the table. I'm 6'3" so I'm a LOT hanging over the table.
My doctor comes in and surveys my wound. He's pleased with the healing. He suggests that I start to do some exercises of slightly bending my leg every day. Not too much but enough to keep my leg muscle from atrophying and becoming "flab" (his term).
He said he will take out the staples (all twenty-five of them) at my next Tuesday, my next appointment with him which will be two weeks to the day since I've had surgery.
Bill and I leave and the three of us (me, Bill and my walker) hobble out to our car. I tell Bill to wait while we're in the car so I can do a Rapid Order with Panera Bread. I have an iPhone app for Panera Bread in which I can order anything, have it paid for and pick it up in ten minutes. I was hungry and I need my protein.
I didn't feel like all the effort of preparing food for lunch. I've decided that during my convalescence I will order out, often. It's good food, nutritious and much less effort than cooking and preparing it myself in our kitchen. Yesterday I ordered a roast beef sandwich with horseradish, a broth bowl and a Mediterranean Veggie Sandwich for dinner. Oh my God, delicious!
|My Panera veggie sandwich for dinner - which looks exactly like their photo - which is very unusual because rarely does food look like their photos but Panera Bread is as advertised|
|My dinner layout last night, accompanied by Panera Bread black bean soup, Glove magazine and Steve Kornacki on MSNBC filling in for Chris Matthews on "Hardball"|
This morning, out my bedroom window I saw a flash of yellow. My first daffodil! Spring is here. A little later this morning "Robin" from Home Health Care is stopping by to change and clean my wound.
Progress is being made folks. Each day that goes by is a day closer to returning to my normal life. But I will say one thing, this experience I'm going through now isn't for naught. I always learn something even from bad experiences. Even though this is probably one of the worst (right up their with my kidney stones and prostate cancer and hernia operation with a staph infection), I again have a new appreciate for good health. Being able to get around on one's own, being independent and mobile. Being about to come and go as one pleases. Being able to enjoy each day as it comes without any encumbrances and restrictions. Being able to have freedom. I will alway remember how fast that freedom can be taken away from you in an instant. If it was not for that one stumble on the ice build up at the base of that drain pipe, today I would be going to work. Which, by the way folks, I miss terribly, going to work.
This time of year is one of the my favorite times to go to work, when the days get longer in spring but before school lets out and the hotel gets packed. But in only a few short months I will be back to work and that day folks will be a glorious day.