Barbara and tuffy
Member Since 2009
Banner day here yesterday. Went to Dr. for 2 week post op check up and got A++++. I am no longer using a walker. Now it is crutches and full weight on right leg. I can also take a few steps without anything. He expects me to be using a cane in about 2 weeks. My staples are out, that was a little touchy feely since the incisions were healed and the skin was growing around the staples. Now just a few steri-strips. He was extremely pleased with my progress. I am also off all narcotic meds. Tuesday night my body finally decided it had enough of Oxycondone and I was sick all night. I take no meds and I really think I tolerated them well considering. I really don't have a pain level now. I have discomfort but that is getting the muscles working again. Surprising how fast they deteriorate. I am continuing with my physical terrorist (PT) as Dr. H calls it. For all my efforts I got a big hug. My friend that took me said she knew why I wanted to go there, he is one piece of 'eye candy', in fact all the docs in the practice are. I will not be able to drive for 6 weeks yet but that is best. Even though I am making a great recovery I don't know how the leg would function with reaction time if needed and I certainly don't want to have an accident.
Here are some random thoughts for the day of the accident. I have a very dry sense of humor and was trying to make light of the pain I was in. Kathy said I had they all laughing. I'm glad for that.
Well, in all situations, there is some humor. When I fell, in Khoko’s stall, he was out in his paddock. He came in and was walking around me in a circle nickering and nudging me with his nose. Finally, I patted his nose on one of his passes and told him to go out. He went out and stood in the door to the stall and called to me. He wanted me up off the floor.
Kathy helped me up, so strange to see your leg dangling and going in a circle with no means of controlling it. UGH. Kathy wanted to call 911. Nope, I said, they take you to the closest hospital and I wasn’t going there. She got me into the golf cart and took me to the house to put me in the car. It was now 11:00 a.m. and almost time for the horse’s lunch so I told her to feed lunch. She was not happy about that but I knew she would not be back soon and they needed their lunch. She said only I, sitting there in extreme pain, would worry about the horse’s lunch. Yep, I would have had she not fed them. I sure the events of the morning upset them so they didn’t need to miss lunch too.
When we got to the hospital, a Dr. came out with a wheelchair and lifted me out of the car. As you enter the ER there is a scanning device to check for weapons etc. Of course, being in a wheelchair, I could not go through the scanner. The officer asked if I had any dangerous weapons and I replied, “The only dangerous weapon on me is my disposition at present”. He laughed.
Next step ER exam room, the nurse and doctor performed the normal vital checks, etc. gave me some morphine and decided to remove my jeans. Nurse said to DR. you pull left leg, I’ll pull right leg and she looked at me and said lift your hips. I replied If I could lift my hips I would not be here. She again stated they needed to get my jeans off. I asked if they had any scissors. She said that would ruin my jeans, better my jeans then my leg. After she cut off my jeans and underwear, she handed them to Kathy. I asked Kathy to take them home, wash them and sew them together so I could wear them home when I was discharged.
X-ray was the next adventure. Very interesting, after a second shot of morphine, they took all angles of my right leg and hip, final instructions, extend your leg straight into the air. I asked if this was some form of torture and explained I could not control my leg. Result, they held it up for me.
I received excellent care , private room, a nurse, technician and aide. As for the ER, they were only doing their job and did not realize the extent of my injuries. The nurse later stopped to see how I was doing. She thought I had a great sense of humor. I must say, I'm glad it is all over and I will be more cautious in the future. Tripping over one's foot is really stupid.
Thanks for all the prayers, white light, snowflakes and well wishes, as usual they are working fantastically.
P.S. Kitties are doing well except Tuffy she is still stressed by the whole thing. Hopefully she will settle soon.
Here are some random thoughts for the day of the accident. I have a very dry sense of humor and was trying to make light of the pain I was in. Kathy said I had they all laughing. I'm glad for that.
Well, in all situations, there is some humor. When I fell, in Khoko’s stall, he was out in his paddock. He came in and was walking around me in a circle nickering and nudging me with his nose. Finally, I patted his nose on one of his passes and told him to go out. He went out and stood in the door to the stall and called to me. He wanted me up off the floor.
Kathy helped me up, so strange to see your leg dangling and going in a circle with no means of controlling it. UGH. Kathy wanted to call 911. Nope, I said, they take you to the closest hospital and I wasn’t going there. She got me into the golf cart and took me to the house to put me in the car. It was now 11:00 a.m. and almost time for the horse’s lunch so I told her to feed lunch. She was not happy about that but I knew she would not be back soon and they needed their lunch. She said only I, sitting there in extreme pain, would worry about the horse’s lunch. Yep, I would have had she not fed them. I sure the events of the morning upset them so they didn’t need to miss lunch too.
When we got to the hospital, a Dr. came out with a wheelchair and lifted me out of the car. As you enter the ER there is a scanning device to check for weapons etc. Of course, being in a wheelchair, I could not go through the scanner. The officer asked if I had any dangerous weapons and I replied, “The only dangerous weapon on me is my disposition at present”. He laughed.
Next step ER exam room, the nurse and doctor performed the normal vital checks, etc. gave me some morphine and decided to remove my jeans. Nurse said to DR. you pull left leg, I’ll pull right leg and she looked at me and said lift your hips. I replied If I could lift my hips I would not be here. She again stated they needed to get my jeans off. I asked if they had any scissors. She said that would ruin my jeans, better my jeans then my leg. After she cut off my jeans and underwear, she handed them to Kathy. I asked Kathy to take them home, wash them and sew them together so I could wear them home when I was discharged.
X-ray was the next adventure. Very interesting, after a second shot of morphine, they took all angles of my right leg and hip, final instructions, extend your leg straight into the air. I asked if this was some form of torture and explained I could not control my leg. Result, they held it up for me.
I received excellent care , private room, a nurse, technician and aide. As for the ER, they were only doing their job and did not realize the extent of my injuries. The nurse later stopped to see how I was doing. She thought I had a great sense of humor. I must say, I'm glad it is all over and I will be more cautious in the future. Tripping over one's foot is really stupid.
Thanks for all the prayers, white light, snowflakes and well wishes, as usual they are working fantastically.
P.S. Kitties are doing well except Tuffy she is still stressed by the whole thing. Hopefully she will settle soon.
Can I be like you, when I grow up? :smile:
