Hi, everyone!! I'm still the sleepingest creature on two feet right now, but I did want to check in and update (before I forget anything.... because my forget-gene is powerful these days. LOL). So here's how it went:
My original surgery time was at 12.30 but, late in the evening the night before, they changed it to 11am with a check-in time of 9.30am (fine by me - get'er did sooner rather than later). The next morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I got another call asking me to try to get there at 8.30 (luckily, it was in enough time that I was able to cancel my Lyft and get an earlier one). I'd already told my person that I'd be having an earlier surgery than planned, so she was able to come sit with me in pre-op before going to her gig.
Check-in was quick and painless (although the number of times I heard "You're doing the other one so soon after the first???" got a bit irksome - especially prior to surgery. Bedside manner, people???

); then I just sat and waited. They switched anesthesiologists on me (the first one was a woman - when she came to tell me about the change, she had bags with her, so I'm guessing she would have been working extra hours to do my procedure), but the new anesthesiologist was friendly and warm, and I felt perfectly comfortable with him as they rolled me into the room.
Then came the part I love - one quick injection and I was out for the count; didn't come back until they had me in the recovery room. I could feel everything immediately (they did the usual nerve tests - toes, feet, legs - and strength tests for both feet), but wasn't in too much discomfort. To my room I went (a private one this time - the nurses said I'd lucked out), and they got me settled just as my friend came back from her gig. I decided not to have anything to eat for a while (after the "night of the regurging" I dealt with the last time); but eventually had to eat something, since I'd not had anything since 10pm the night before.
Once again, my stomach decided food wasn't necessary; luckily, I was prepared this time and had requested a basin that I kept on my lap while I slept. And sleep I did - it seems as though the nurses checked on me less overnight than the last time (despite my BP being super-low), so I was able to get rest and was bright and perky (insofar as one can be after having one's body cut open and bones removed and bionics put in

) the next morning. Had brekkies and then it was SHOWTIME! Physical therapist walked me around the floor and had me do some in-bed exercises, the occupational therapist came to make sure I could dress myself - they were both so impressed that they released me from their care. Finally, the floor nurse came to check on me - BP was still low, but it had been low when I was released the last time (good thing about using the same facility, they had all my records), so she said I was good to go. My sister came (with her hubby, in their rental car - a convertible, because my bro-in-law is... fancy.

) and they walked me out to the car - I navigated myself in and we were off to my apartment (with stops for meds).
At home, my sister got me settled just in time for my niece and four-year-old great-nephew to show up - he was THRILLED to see his auntie (so much so that he tried to climb into my recliner with me; we finally settled on him sitting on the arm of the side that wasn't freshly-operated). FYI,
@Bone-obo, I think it was a combo of the two - there were some times when he was super-wired and his mom told me that I'd slept through all of it.

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So here we are, five days post-surgery. I seem to be doing well, although the first couple of days seemed rougher than the last time; but the pulling pain that I'd experienced is much less than the first hip (I spoke to the hospital nurse and she told me that I really do have a zipline suture this time, instead of the staples I'd gotten the last time; that's supposed to be much less painful). I'm still on the walker and I'm fine with that - again, I was hobbling around for a heck of a long time with two practically non-existent hips before I found docs who actually listened; the muscles are going to take some time to forgive me. I will say, the in-home PT person came to check on me and said my gait is MUCH better than the last time at a much faster rate; so I expect that I'll be shakin' my shimmy with ease in a few months


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I love having "my kids" here, despite my nephew's exuberant nature; and my niece has said she's happy to be taking care of me after all the time I spent taking care of her (and she's doing a fine job of it, too!). I'm sure that I'll be ready for some alone time by the time they leave but, for now, I think this was the best thing for me - I always know that I can handle things and take care of myself (cuz, you know.... tough. grr. ARRRGH); but it's been a learning experience for me realizing how many people have my back when the chips are down.
And that includes my fellow Hippies. You guys seriously rock!!!


