Since most people following me are on facebook, I posted pictures of my accident there for anyone who was 'wanting to know'. The prime movers were an old classmate who hadn't seen me since graduation, and one of my son's friends/coworkers who got stuck handling the shift alone after Tom took off to see if there was anything to be done.
For me, the hospital was handling it; but for clearing personal effects out of the car, he got stuck with it in spades. The pix of the wreck are all by him. The girls visited me in rehab and took the pic of me in bed. I got stuck between bed and wheelchair for 12 weeks. And it still makes me annoyed that I can't go out in snow like I used to! The injured knee interprets any overload beyond straight walking as pain, and down I go.... :P
Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Anne's out
It won't make any difference what bit her - Anne tested positive for MRSA. So that's why she got such a GROSS infection. She was released last Thursday, went back to the ER briefly on Sunday, and finally got someone to kick her Medicaid to allow the high-priced antibiotic.
She still has an open wound to keep clean until it heals. It puts a big crimp in working at the stables. Anne accompanies Rachel to drive - Rachel's still on a learner's permit - and then has to sit in the car and read a book. Bummer.
She still has an open wound to keep clean until it heals. It puts a big crimp in working at the stables. Anne accompanies Rachel to drive - Rachel's still on a learner's permit - and then has to sit in the car and read a book. Bummer.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Prayers for Anne
Last week Anne got bitten on the left leg by SOMETHING - big mosquito, tick, brown recluse spider, we don't know. Over the weekend it got infected: redness, discharging, fever, pain.
She's in Brandywine Hospital, after 2 rounds of intravenous antibiotics. Staff is still waiting to see how she responds to it.
Of course I'm concerned! Mommy reflex has kicked in!
She's in Brandywine Hospital, after 2 rounds of intravenous antibiotics. Staff is still waiting to see how she responds to it.
Of course I'm concerned! Mommy reflex has kicked in!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Survived surgery (ha)
Bob and I were the first customers at Paoli surgery center last Wednesday -even waiting for the door to be unlocked. I was dressed and prepped; and waited, and waited....... When the doctor arrived I asked if the traffic on the 202 was bad. He replied that he was at a prayer breakfast for a friend and it went a little overtime. (Note to self: Keep this doctor. A doctor who prays is not going to be cocky about his own powers!)
I was positioned on the table before the sedative took effect. So when I awoke, still on the table, I was expecting the quick removal of a 1" orthopedic hardware screw. The nurse handed me a specimen jar (for you-know-what) with a screw spanning the diagonal volume of it. THAT'S 2 1/2 TO 3 INCHES!!! Then she added that they had to boost my anesthesia to spinal anesthesia. Guess that screw was a lot harder to extract. Plus there was a sac of fluid on my knee that had to be drained before anything else could be done. That was the point of removing the screw; it irritated the skin over it. So it was THAT bad, that my knee tried to make a water balloon cushion. When I had shaken off a mild nauseous feeling, by burping out all the air in my empty stomach, I was repositioned on a gurney and rolled to the post-operative area.
I lay a short while in the post-operative area. Once sensation had returned to my ankles and I could rotate my feet, I was moved from post-op to the recovery area at the other end of the room. The nurses raised the head of my gurney to a semi-sitting position so I could eat. Graham crackers are a standard in medical facilities - not salty, nor empty calories - and I chose to wash them down with ginger ale. Take that, nausea!
The last surprise came before leaving. I had chosen to dress in the restroom. I found my legs worked fine, but my nether lands were a block of numb wood! I was freaked enough to pull the call light. The nurse responding told me that all was normal: the very end of the spine is the last to recover. "Numb butt? It'll come to in an hour." I wondered if (a) they retained men until all the feeling had returned or (b) anyone male had ever threatened a lawsuit. It seems to be a tenet in this culture that a man who is dead in this department may as well be dead and buried. And yes, feeling had returned by the time I got home.
Bob stopped at the pharmacy and picked up the Vicodin. I took it for a day and a half and promptly misplaced the bottle - I guess I knocked it off while sleeping in my living room lounger. So I went back to my Aleve-and-Extra Strength acetaminophen arthritis routine. The only thing that hurts more than usual is hitting the two-stitch incision. This too, friends, shall pass.
I was positioned on the table before the sedative took effect. So when I awoke, still on the table, I was expecting the quick removal of a 1" orthopedic hardware screw. The nurse handed me a specimen jar (for you-know-what) with a screw spanning the diagonal volume of it. THAT'S 2 1/2 TO 3 INCHES!!! Then she added that they had to boost my anesthesia to spinal anesthesia. Guess that screw was a lot harder to extract. Plus there was a sac of fluid on my knee that had to be drained before anything else could be done. That was the point of removing the screw; it irritated the skin over it. So it was THAT bad, that my knee tried to make a water balloon cushion. When I had shaken off a mild nauseous feeling, by burping out all the air in my empty stomach, I was repositioned on a gurney and rolled to the post-operative area.
I lay a short while in the post-operative area. Once sensation had returned to my ankles and I could rotate my feet, I was moved from post-op to the recovery area at the other end of the room. The nurses raised the head of my gurney to a semi-sitting position so I could eat. Graham crackers are a standard in medical facilities - not salty, nor empty calories - and I chose to wash them down with ginger ale. Take that, nausea!
The last surprise came before leaving. I had chosen to dress in the restroom. I found my legs worked fine, but my nether lands were a block of numb wood! I was freaked enough to pull the call light. The nurse responding told me that all was normal: the very end of the spine is the last to recover. "Numb butt? It'll come to in an hour." I wondered if (a) they retained men until all the feeling had returned or (b) anyone male had ever threatened a lawsuit. It seems to be a tenet in this culture that a man who is dead in this department may as well be dead and buried. And yes, feeling had returned by the time I got home.
Bob stopped at the pharmacy and picked up the Vicodin. I took it for a day and a half and promptly misplaced the bottle - I guess I knocked it off while sleeping in my living room lounger. So I went back to my Aleve-and-Extra Strength acetaminophen arthritis routine. The only thing that hurts more than usual is hitting the two-stitch incision. This too, friends, shall pass.
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