Continuing ouch with a side of anger
Jul. 7th, 2007 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shalannaI want to thank everyone who left an encouraging comment! I appreciate the prayers and thoughts. Feel as if I/we really need 'em. I wish I could hire a keeper for the household for the next few days . . . everyone's just exhausted with the effort of just getting up and down and getting comfortable.
I confess I haven't been the most philosophically accepting person about this. Yep, I'm reallly irritated. Why did I have to leave the house the other day? It would have been lots cheaper to just tell my mother I'd pay the $40 fee for being one day late on paying her storage building rental fee. Our deductible is around $300 and then 20% of costs, and we rented a wheelchair today because we just HAD to . . . my mom is too frail to pick up my leg, and somebody actually has to pick up the end of the immobilizer when I'm going to shift positions. Hubby accidentally dropped my foot last night when he was getting me to the bathroom (getting out of bed),and all day it's been extra painful. *gloom*
What's hurting mostly, I think, is the swelling and the fracture blister. I had never heard of such a thing until I saw it when we unwrapped the immobilizer for the orthopedic surgeon to take a look on Friday. Yuck! Don't Google it! It's like a raised psoriasis and/or huge hive the size of a quarter. I keep icing down the area, but everything that touches the blister feels like sandpaper.
I spent a few hours railing against this, but everyone has hurled platitides and homilies back about learning from experience, slowing down, and so forth. I've been too focused on getting the three books out (and getting that first one WRITTEN) over the past four months or so that I've neglected everything else and said I didn't care about ANYTHING but getting a book published. And Hubby has been focused on a project at work that seemed the be-all and end-all. Talk about recalibration and re=setting of priorities. Perhaps this is good.
I was feeling a bit more optimistic . . . have a surgery date set on Tuesday at 1:45 (but going in at noon for prep) at the surgical center (not at the hospital, but they assure us knee stuff is done there all the time). Then my brother-in-law and sister-in-law called and said they want to come see me tomorrow . . . which was suspicious. I said it had to be because they think I'm gonna die. This announcement and concomitant sobbing and wailing caused great consternation in the household. I convinced hubby to tell them to come NEXT weekend. But I still feel superstitious. Now I have to survive just to spite 'em all.
The only upside is I don't have any appetite, so following the diabetic meal plan is easy. They took me off medifast for now, as you aren't supposed to have surgery while on it, and it would possibly slow healing. But anyhow, the meal plan for 1000 calories seems nauseatingly too much right now. Mostly living on crackers and diet cola.
*sigh* Yes, I'm pathetic. But anyway, keep a good thought. Maybe this will all work out OK. This surgeon says he uses a three-pin and hinge apparatus that allows you to bend your knee right after surgery, so at least it isn't a three-month period without bending my leg, which is one of the things that they USED to do. *eeek*
What a 7-7-07!! And 7 is my lucky number!
I confess I haven't been the most philosophically accepting person about this. Yep, I'm reallly irritated. Why did I have to leave the house the other day? It would have been lots cheaper to just tell my mother I'd pay the $40 fee for being one day late on paying her storage building rental fee. Our deductible is around $300 and then 20% of costs, and we rented a wheelchair today because we just HAD to . . . my mom is too frail to pick up my leg, and somebody actually has to pick up the end of the immobilizer when I'm going to shift positions. Hubby accidentally dropped my foot last night when he was getting me to the bathroom (getting out of bed),and all day it's been extra painful. *gloom*
What's hurting mostly, I think, is the swelling and the fracture blister. I had never heard of such a thing until I saw it when we unwrapped the immobilizer for the orthopedic surgeon to take a look on Friday. Yuck! Don't Google it! It's like a raised psoriasis and/or huge hive the size of a quarter. I keep icing down the area, but everything that touches the blister feels like sandpaper.
I spent a few hours railing against this, but everyone has hurled platitides and homilies back about learning from experience, slowing down, and so forth. I've been too focused on getting the three books out (and getting that first one WRITTEN) over the past four months or so that I've neglected everything else and said I didn't care about ANYTHING but getting a book published. And Hubby has been focused on a project at work that seemed the be-all and end-all. Talk about recalibration and re=setting of priorities. Perhaps this is good.
I was feeling a bit more optimistic . . . have a surgery date set on Tuesday at 1:45 (but going in at noon for prep) at the surgical center (not at the hospital, but they assure us knee stuff is done there all the time). Then my brother-in-law and sister-in-law called and said they want to come see me tomorrow . . . which was suspicious. I said it had to be because they think I'm gonna die. This announcement and concomitant sobbing and wailing caused great consternation in the household. I convinced hubby to tell them to come NEXT weekend. But I still feel superstitious. Now I have to survive just to spite 'em all.
The only upside is I don't have any appetite, so following the diabetic meal plan is easy. They took me off medifast for now, as you aren't supposed to have surgery while on it, and it would possibly slow healing. But anyhow, the meal plan for 1000 calories seems nauseatingly too much right now. Mostly living on crackers and diet cola.
*sigh* Yes, I'm pathetic. But anyway, keep a good thought. Maybe this will all work out OK. This surgeon says he uses a three-pin and hinge apparatus that allows you to bend your knee right after surgery, so at least it isn't a three-month period without bending my leg, which is one of the things that they USED to do. *eeek*
What a 7-7-07!! And 7 is my lucky number!
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-08 04:07 am (UTC)g,d,r...
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:22 am (UTC)I missed your first post. . .sorry about that!
I hope that this processes out ok. It will not be easy, but it will be ok in the end.
Hang on to that.
It will be ok in the end.
Take care of yourself.
Thoughts and prayers up for you!
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Date: 2007-07-08 10:19 am (UTC)OUCH!! I hope things work out well and you are up and going soon!
x0x0x
marybeth
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Date: 2007-07-08 10:38 am (UTC)Wishing you speedy healing...
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Date: 2007-07-08 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-08 03:48 pm (UTC)I am so sorry I missed this.
I've been wallowing in my own (minor by comparison) drama as of late
I hope all works out well. I'm sure it will.
The In-Laws
Date: 2007-07-09 01:45 pm (UTC)Much as you hurt, I'll bet your sense of humor would rise to the occasion.
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Date: 2007-07-10 11:24 am (UTC)I spent a few hours railing against this, but everyone has hurled platitides and homilies back about learning from experience, slowing down, and so forth.
Instead of a homily, I am going to sit here and curse for five minutes on your behalf. You totally deserve that much.
Fingers corssed all goes well and is uncomplicated!