18 HOURS POST SURGERY
About 18 hours after my surgery (March 18th) 2 people came to my bedside and announced that I was going to get up and walk. I thought they had to be kidding and told them so. I had been told that on day one I would sit on the side of the bed. I'm still hooked up to all the post surgery gadgets and in unbelieveable pain when I try to move. I've had nothing to eat since 6 a.m. the previous day and feel like I have been hit by a Mac truck as they say. I was informed that, yes, I was really going to get out of my bed and walk. They grab the surgically altered leg and proceed to get me out of the bed regardless of my desire. And, so I got out of bed, not on my own power for sure, and I walked on a walker around the bed. I dont' know how I did it but I did, and that was my introduction to physical therapy.
Thankfully I was able to return to my bed whereupon I was able to get doped up and rest some more. I don't remember much else of that day except that my beautiful doctor daughter arrived from Chicago to cheer me for a couple of days of my recovery. She and her brother who had been with me for the surgery visited and I think I was kind of in and out of it. I suspect their recollections of me would be funny.
By evening I was feeling pretty good. I had gotten some liquid food, lots more pain medication and the usual hospital picking and poking for blood, etc. Then company began arriving and since I was in a private room and the door was closed the hospital staff left us alone. As is my usual custom I felt it was my duty to entertain and since I wasn't feeling much pain I got pretty high on the party like atmosphere. I think at one point there were 8 people in attendance. At some point, even in my dopey state, I realized that this was not a normal situation and I was way too high for what I had just been through. I didn't mind seeing my loving guests begin to depart for I knew that just like after any party I was going to need some rest. Thank God there was no after party cleanup to do as there is with customary parties.
Thankfully I was able to return to my bed whereupon I was able to get doped up and rest some more. I don't remember much else of that day except that my beautiful doctor daughter arrived from Chicago to cheer me for a couple of days of my recovery. She and her brother who had been with me for the surgery visited and I think I was kind of in and out of it. I suspect their recollections of me would be funny.
By evening I was feeling pretty good. I had gotten some liquid food, lots more pain medication and the usual hospital picking and poking for blood, etc. Then company began arriving and since I was in a private room and the door was closed the hospital staff left us alone. As is my usual custom I felt it was my duty to entertain and since I wasn't feeling much pain I got pretty high on the party like atmosphere. I think at one point there were 8 people in attendance. At some point, even in my dopey state, I realized that this was not a normal situation and I was way too high for what I had just been through. I didn't mind seeing my loving guests begin to depart for I knew that just like after any party I was going to need some rest. Thank God there was no after party cleanup to do as there is with customary parties.
posted by dddonna @ 4/06/2008 04:57:00 PM
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