Happydale
senior
Here's my current update, as tomorrow will be one week post-op. So much has happened in these 6 days! My pain is usually well controlled. When it starts ramping up with this burning pain, I go into a panic and cry - not because it hurts that much, but because I'm afraid I won't get it under control. My sweet sister (more on her later) helps me problem solve. Thus far, we've always been able to change something to help it subside. I find that either changing my position or getting up a bit can help, and of course ice sometimes helps. Other times when the pain is burning the ice makes it feel worse - counter intuitive. Just distracting myself with a movie or TV show helps settle things down.
Now for the good stuff. I was trying to count how many health care professionals have participated in my care thus far. From the hospital admissions, pre-op nurse, doctors, PA, OR nurses, and then 3 shifts per day of floor nurses and nurse assistants (and none of them were repeats for the 3 days I was there), plus 2 hospital and 2 home PTs, plus an OT and a social worker and a nurse practitioner from my doctor's office. Lots of folks. In that entire huge group, every single person was wonderful - knowledgeable, compassionate, professional and helpful. They have made such a difference to me. My hats off to all these folks who do this day in and day out and manage to treat patients like individuals. Here's a funny example since we don't have off-limit topics here at BoneSmart: I have a raised toilet seat, and the seat is about 6 inches above my regular toilet seat. We had to tape a bed pad to the front so pee wouldn't hit the floor! (didn't work too well!) When the PT asked to see my bathroom, she saw that and cracked up. It turns out there was a big plastic "hat" still in the box that is specifically designed for that purpose. Problem solved.
My sister is a bit like the captain on the Sound of Music, blowing whistles and barking orders. I've taken to calling her Sargent. She has job assignments she has allocated to my partner, herself, and even my 86 year old mother. She controls my pain meds like she's guarding Fort Knox, and doles them out EXACTLY according to her carefully orchestrated chart. She gets super mad if I don't call her in the night for help. She has power strips in each location I sit (3 of them) so she can tote my ice machine from place to place. She's like "Time for ELEVATION!" and hoists my leg up in the air. "Time for lunch!", "No more pajamas, you're getting dressed like a real person" and then her favorite "Don't move like that! Always center the walker directly in front of you before moving forward" and "No, you are not getting in the shower by yourself!!" All of these commands I take in stride and with appreciation for the level of care she is giving me. My partner is assigned to: laundry, garbage, dog care, groceries, food prep, drug store runs, etc. So I'm living in a tightly run ship, but seeing the benefits each day.
Our weather has been lovely, and I've been enjoying sitting outdoors. I still enjoy my morning coffee, my pups, conversations with visitors, showers, and as of last night, eating real human food. Each day offers much to enjoy - it's not all misery and agony as I imagined before surgery. Phew!
Now for the good stuff. I was trying to count how many health care professionals have participated in my care thus far. From the hospital admissions, pre-op nurse, doctors, PA, OR nurses, and then 3 shifts per day of floor nurses and nurse assistants (and none of them were repeats for the 3 days I was there), plus 2 hospital and 2 home PTs, plus an OT and a social worker and a nurse practitioner from my doctor's office. Lots of folks. In that entire huge group, every single person was wonderful - knowledgeable, compassionate, professional and helpful. They have made such a difference to me. My hats off to all these folks who do this day in and day out and manage to treat patients like individuals. Here's a funny example since we don't have off-limit topics here at BoneSmart: I have a raised toilet seat, and the seat is about 6 inches above my regular toilet seat. We had to tape a bed pad to the front so pee wouldn't hit the floor! (didn't work too well!) When the PT asked to see my bathroom, she saw that and cracked up. It turns out there was a big plastic "hat" still in the box that is specifically designed for that purpose. Problem solved.
My sister is a bit like the captain on the Sound of Music, blowing whistles and barking orders. I've taken to calling her Sargent. She has job assignments she has allocated to my partner, herself, and even my 86 year old mother. She controls my pain meds like she's guarding Fort Knox, and doles them out EXACTLY according to her carefully orchestrated chart. She gets super mad if I don't call her in the night for help. She has power strips in each location I sit (3 of them) so she can tote my ice machine from place to place. She's like "Time for ELEVATION!" and hoists my leg up in the air. "Time for lunch!", "No more pajamas, you're getting dressed like a real person" and then her favorite "Don't move like that! Always center the walker directly in front of you before moving forward" and "No, you are not getting in the shower by yourself!!" All of these commands I take in stride and with appreciation for the level of care she is giving me. My partner is assigned to: laundry, garbage, dog care, groceries, food prep, drug store runs, etc. So I'm living in a tightly run ship, but seeing the benefits each day.
Our weather has been lovely, and I've been enjoying sitting outdoors. I still enjoy my morning coffee, my pups, conversations with visitors, showers, and as of last night, eating real human food. Each day offers much to enjoy - it's not all misery and agony as I imagined before surgery. Phew!
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2 of my sisters are nurses and the rest of us are worker bees leaning in on all their expertise, because they really do know best. Angels among us. Anyway, it totally reminded me of my family and just made me smile 

