Since Sunday:
1. First broken bone
2. First time 911 has been called on my behalf
3. First ambulance ride
4. First time in a cast
5. First crutches
6. First major surgery
7. First nerve block
8. First oxygen tube
9. First use of bedpan
10. First sestina.
Apparently, being stoned on Tylenol 3 makes blank verse easy.
I'm on oxycodone now and still pretty stoned, so I can't write you a coherent post about my surgery, but I can offer you some bits and pieces.
First of all, it went well.
mirrorthaw said the surgeon said everything went pretty much exactly as expected, which is always good. They didn't have to put in a screw to hold the two sides of my ankle together, which means I won't have to go back for them to take that screw out again. Also, the bone chip out of the back of my ankle that was small enough they weren't going to worry about it apparently came right back into line with the rest of the joint. Which is also good.
The nerve block is definitely the patient's friend. They say 12-18 hours to wear off; mine took more like 24-30.
I don't want to be a guy, but I do occasionally wish for male plumbing.
Oxycodone also gives me the weird sort of dreams that I get with a fever, the kind where it's like I'm listening to a series of conversations in the next room all night long. WEIRD conversations.
I am covered in gray adhesive residue, particularly my left hand and forearm where the IV was.
I have the best husband in the world. And I don't think the moon has better husbands, either.
So, crutches. I discovered Tuesday morning, because I was staring at them (either in the bathroom or because I was being wheeled about the hospital, and the fact that I can't choose between those two contexts tells you something about the merry hell oxycodone wreaks with my short-term memory), that my crutches were set to 5'6". I'm 5'5" if I stand up very straight, and I know I said so to the ER nurse because that conversation I actually remember. However. There we were on 5'6". The pre-op nurses very kindly reset them to the correct height, which made a huge difference. ("Weren't you uncomfortable?" they said. "Well, yeah, but I thought I was supposed to be.") Then the physical therapist who came around yesterday and taught me how to go up and down stairs (in an alternate methodology to the old reliable scoot-on-your-butt technique, I mean) readjusted the crutch height and the handhold height, and voila! I wouldn't say they're comfortable exactly, but they're really not bad.
The physical therapist was also very impressed with my upper body strength. Another first: the first time I've ever been called a powerhouse.
And the meter has run out on my ability to form coherent sentences. Thank you, everybody, for your kind thoughts and good wishes. Very much appreciated.
I'm on oxycodone now and still pretty stoned, so I can't write you a coherent post about my surgery, but I can offer you some bits and pieces.
First of all, it went well.
The nerve block is definitely the patient's friend. They say 12-18 hours to wear off; mine took more like 24-30.
I don't want to be a guy, but I do occasionally wish for male plumbing.
Oxycodone also gives me the weird sort of dreams that I get with a fever, the kind where it's like I'm listening to a series of conversations in the next room all night long. WEIRD conversations.
I am covered in gray adhesive residue, particularly my left hand and forearm where the IV was.
I have the best husband in the world. And I don't think the moon has better husbands, either.
So, crutches. I discovered Tuesday morning, because I was staring at them (either in the bathroom or because I was being wheeled about the hospital, and the fact that I can't choose between those two contexts tells you something about the merry hell oxycodone wreaks with my short-term memory), that my crutches were set to 5'6". I'm 5'5" if I stand up very straight, and I know I said so to the ER nurse because that conversation I actually remember. However. There we were on 5'6". The pre-op nurses very kindly reset them to the correct height, which made a huge difference. ("Weren't you uncomfortable?" they said. "Well, yeah, but I thought I was supposed to be.") Then the physical therapist who came around yesterday and taught me how to go up and down stairs (in an alternate methodology to the old reliable scoot-on-your-butt technique, I mean) readjusted the crutch height and the handhold height, and voila! I wouldn't say they're comfortable exactly, but they're really not bad.
The physical therapist was also very impressed with my upper body strength. Another first: the first time I've ever been called a powerhouse.
And the meter has run out on my ability to form coherent sentences. Thank you, everybody, for your kind thoughts and good wishes. Very much appreciated.
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 03:46 pm (UTC)And after six weeks on crutches, you will have forearms like the Gube. *g*
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:24 pm (UTC)(Best of luck,
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:47 pm (UTC)I hope you heal well and quickly!
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:53 pm (UTC)I hate and despise crutches. Could have something to do with the arthritis in my shoulders. Give me a walker any day of the week. I'm glad they're working for you!
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:02 pm (UTC)And yes, male plumbing has some advantages.
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:21 am (UTC)Heal, bones!
Glad it's going well!
Date: 2010-08-05 04:13 pm (UTC)the grrly grrl
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:24 pm (UTC)Drink as much water as you can swallow!
Date: 2010-08-05 04:29 pm (UTC)Sleep well and heal well, and may you feel better soon!
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 04:43 pm (UTC)I'm hypersensitive to opiates, so it's a crapshoot to see if I can take enough to kill the pain before I throw up. Apparently this is true of my mother as well, which sucked after her heart surgery. Fortunately, have not broken any bones
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:44 pm (UTC)Crutches--how nice that they're teaching you to use them. I just got handed a pair with not even so much as an instruction sheet. I decided that stairs were beyond me, and since I had to use crutches for only 3 weeks before getting boot, decided to go with the sitting down and bumping method for stairs. Not PT approved, I'm sure, but my bone-break occurred on stairs, so I was leerier than most.
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:48 pm (UTC)I do have to mention that you PROBABLY would not wish for male plumbing if you'd had to have a catheter. Because the nurse tried consoling me with the fact that at least I was a girl.
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 05:07 pm (UTC)If you know anyone who uses depilatory "wax" strips (like Nair or Sally Hansen or any of the other brands) the blue liquid in the bottle they give you "Azulene" is *really* good at removing adhesive residue.
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:07 pm (UTC)Glad to hear you are doing as well as can be expected.
---L.
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 05:10 pm (UTC)Best wishes for a comfortable and quick-as-possible recovery!
Good for you! And your spouse!
Date: 2010-08-05 05:12 pm (UTC)Follow your PT - think of it as masochism for the ages. Or for when you're aged. Really.
Heal well!! Are you sharing the sestina?
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-05 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 06:48 pm (UTC)On a more serious note, it's always a relief to hear the surgery went without a hitch. Definitely chug lots of water, and I promise that after six weeks on crutches, your mobility will be a lot greater than it looks like right now; I remember one incident near the end of my own time where I crutched something like half a mile across desert floor to go see a pretty view. (While still having a valid handicapped permit on the car, no less, though I'm not sure we bothered to use it anymore.)
Fingers crossed for a continued smooth recovery. Enjoy the drugs!
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Date: 2010-08-05 07:50 pm (UTC)Oh, dear. I hope you recover very soon. That sounds most unpleasant.
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Date: 2010-08-05 08:41 pm (UTC)MKK
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Date: 2010-08-05 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 12:16 am (UTC)When I twisted my ankle, I had crutches, but found them so problematic that I limped around campus *carrying* them, rather than actually use them. This raised some eyebrows.
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Date: 2010-08-06 01:17 am (UTC)Thinking healing-type pain-free thoughts your way.
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Date: 2010-08-06 01:54 am (UTC)This deserves to be filked, but with laudanum, an appropriate verse form (Manley Hopkins's curtal sonnet, anyone?), and the tune to "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off."
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Date: 2010-08-06 01:04 pm (UTC)...now you can write about all sorts of things relating to broken bones!
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Date: 2010-08-06 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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