sch00lteacher
Social Security Sucks
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I think it was June 26th that I went to the hospital for this. Just getting over the heart attack. I was feeling better.
I checked in, got the left side of my body shaved, they had my wife write yes, on my left hip, and no on my right hip. IV connected, some good juice put in that made me feel good. The next thing I know I am in a different room upstairs with a bunch of shit hooked up to me. I was sorta out of it the whold first day. Recovery from the anesthesia. Plus a lot of good medication. I had a morophine drip going, that I could controll. Catheter running up my prick. IVs. And a cool little thing that collected the blood from inside the hip. I have two scars from it that look like a snake bite.
Physical Therapy got me up and walked me the very first day. I was too out of it to help much, but I put weight on my leg.
By the third day most everything had been pulled out. And I was in a lot of pain. The first pain pills they put me on made me hallucinate. I didn't care for that, so they changed my meds, pain got worse, but I wasn't seeing things.
Forth day I went home. Thank god.
For awhile I had a steady stream of people coming to the house. They had to draw blood to see if the blood thinner I was on was at the right level. A PT lady came and helped me learn to walk with a walker. This went on for about two weeks, maybe longer with PT.
I hurt a lot for a long time. By the end of July I was feeling better. Getting around pretty good. Good endurance. The only real pain was around the scar area. Doctor sent me to PT for this. I missed the first week of work, then things got back to normal, for the most part. I walked with a cane. Sitting or standing too long hurt. But I was making it okay.
Thats why I thought the next hip replacement would be so easy. This one really was a breeze. Sure I had pain, but you forget about it after it is gone.
One hip down, one to go. Look for part three.
I checked in, got the left side of my body shaved, they had my wife write yes, on my left hip, and no on my right hip. IV connected, some good juice put in that made me feel good. The next thing I know I am in a different room upstairs with a bunch of shit hooked up to me. I was sorta out of it the whold first day. Recovery from the anesthesia. Plus a lot of good medication. I had a morophine drip going, that I could controll. Catheter running up my prick. IVs. And a cool little thing that collected the blood from inside the hip. I have two scars from it that look like a snake bite.
Physical Therapy got me up and walked me the very first day. I was too out of it to help much, but I put weight on my leg.
By the third day most everything had been pulled out. And I was in a lot of pain. The first pain pills they put me on made me hallucinate. I didn't care for that, so they changed my meds, pain got worse, but I wasn't seeing things.
Forth day I went home. Thank god.
For awhile I had a steady stream of people coming to the house. They had to draw blood to see if the blood thinner I was on was at the right level. A PT lady came and helped me learn to walk with a walker. This went on for about two weeks, maybe longer with PT.
I hurt a lot for a long time. By the end of July I was feeling better. Getting around pretty good. Good endurance. The only real pain was around the scar area. Doctor sent me to PT for this. I missed the first week of work, then things got back to normal, for the most part. I walked with a cane. Sitting or standing too long hurt. But I was making it okay.
Thats why I thought the next hip replacement would be so easy. This one really was a breeze. Sure I had pain, but you forget about it after it is gone.
One hip down, one to go. Look for part three.
