sch00lteacher
Social Security Sucks
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- Sep 29, 2001
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Well, I will be out of commission for awhile. Tomorrow is surgery day. It is scheduled for around 0730. I can hardly wait. Ha ha ha. I am looking forward to the final outcome, but not to the next two or three months of pain.
At least I know what to expect this time so it is a little easier. I know that tomorrow I will be pretty much out of it. Wednesday an Thursday I will hurt like hell. Wednesday will be the worst day. Friday I should come home if all is well. I will still be out of it for at least a week or so after coming home. Then I start the slow process of getting better.
My left hip still gives me a little trouble. It isn't fully healed, guess it won't be for another seven or eight months. But it sure feels better than it did before surgery. I doesn't just ache for the hell of it.
So anyhow. I won't be on the computer until such time as I am off the walker, and can get around the house on my own. At least three weeks. I will miss ya'll.
My good ol' mother is going to be here later today. She will be here until Thanksgiving. So I will have someone to watch over me better this time. Last time I was alone most of the day, which really made me feel uncomfortable. No matter how old you get you still love it when mom comes to take care of you.
Physical therapy. Blood work (they put you on blood thinners, and have to keep track of it, three times a week). Learning to walk again. It is funny but balance is a big issue when you have steel hips. You can't feel them so you get no feedback. Dropping things on the floor. Can't bend over to get it.
Then there is the toilet. I get one of those extended ones, so I don't have to bend my hips past the dreaded 90 degrees (they prefer no more than 70). Feels like I am dropping bombs. Urinals. I just love asking permission to go potty. Still this is better than the damned tube they will shove up me tomorrow. I hate pissing into a bag, mainly because someone has to empty it. And they always look at it like they expect to see goldfish or something swimming around.
Am I nervous, actually no. I don't know why, could be because I do know what to expect this time. Last time I was a mess.
Oh and I love the part where they come in with a special marker and write on my hips, yes on the one to be operated on, and no on the other one. Plus they shave the hell out of you.
Anyhow. I will be back as soon as I can be. I should be able to walk pretty well with a cane by Christmas. By pretty well I mean endurance wise. I'll be up and around long before then. I just won't be able to go to far for awhile.
See ya soon.
sch00lteacher
At least I know what to expect this time so it is a little easier. I know that tomorrow I will be pretty much out of it. Wednesday an Thursday I will hurt like hell. Wednesday will be the worst day. Friday I should come home if all is well. I will still be out of it for at least a week or so after coming home. Then I start the slow process of getting better.
My left hip still gives me a little trouble. It isn't fully healed, guess it won't be for another seven or eight months. But it sure feels better than it did before surgery. I doesn't just ache for the hell of it.
So anyhow. I won't be on the computer until such time as I am off the walker, and can get around the house on my own. At least three weeks. I will miss ya'll.
My good ol' mother is going to be here later today. She will be here until Thanksgiving. So I will have someone to watch over me better this time. Last time I was alone most of the day, which really made me feel uncomfortable. No matter how old you get you still love it when mom comes to take care of you.
Physical therapy. Blood work (they put you on blood thinners, and have to keep track of it, three times a week). Learning to walk again. It is funny but balance is a big issue when you have steel hips. You can't feel them so you get no feedback. Dropping things on the floor. Can't bend over to get it.
Then there is the toilet. I get one of those extended ones, so I don't have to bend my hips past the dreaded 90 degrees (they prefer no more than 70). Feels like I am dropping bombs. Urinals. I just love asking permission to go potty. Still this is better than the damned tube they will shove up me tomorrow. I hate pissing into a bag, mainly because someone has to empty it. And they always look at it like they expect to see goldfish or something swimming around.
Am I nervous, actually no. I don't know why, could be because I do know what to expect this time. Last time I was a mess.
Oh and I love the part where they come in with a special marker and write on my hips, yes on the one to be operated on, and no on the other one. Plus they shave the hell out of you.
Anyhow. I will be back as soon as I can be. I should be able to walk pretty well with a cane by Christmas. By pretty well I mean endurance wise. I'll be up and around long before then. I just won't be able to go to far for awhile.
See ya soon.
sch00lteacher
