Had my RTHR @ 7:30am-9:30am Monday 11/19/12; spent the remainder of the day goofy due to the lingering effects of the anesthesia. Cognizance, memory & coherent/sensible conversation were difficult and required serious effort. Told the surgeon that since I lived alone (nearest relative >100 miles away) I felt I needed some time in rehab to be prepared for independent living. He agreed & passed that word on to the other involved staff.
Tuesday 11/20/12 - the OT/PT 2-girl tag team showed up & gave me preliminary testing in AM, which consisted of walking my 50' w/ a walker. They returned in the PM & did a retest, which consisted of my walking 100' w/crutches and going up & back down 4 stairs. After I did that, they advised me I was ineligible for inpatient rehab because of my extraordinary althletic prowess and performance. They told me their recommendation was one of no inpatient rehab for me & that owing to that recommendation, my (so-called) "medical insurance coverage" wouldn't cover any inpatient rehab despite the surgeon's recommendation. Apparently, some roving PT gypsy is supposed to visit me @ home someday. I truly hope the roving PT gypsy doesn't expect to be treated with any trust, respect or civility by me after the way I got treated in the hospital because needless to say, that won't be happening.
TheOT/PT girls gave me a bottom-end, cheap, folding aluminum walker, a pair of used aluminum crutches (from the PT room where they had their practice stairs & other stuff) and an aluminum "commode" frame for me to install over my toilet at home.
Having done that much, they gave me some prescriptions and post-op written instructions and discharged me precisely 48 hours after the surgery. The scope of their advice was "weight bearing as tolerated; anterior hip precautions." No explanation of what "anterior hip precautions" means was given.
My daughter drove me to the pharmacy and supermarket so I could get the prescriptions filled and fill my frig up with food.
I'm supposed to wear the 2 compression stockings for a month, & it was thoroughly obvious before I got thrown out of the hospital that I was incapable of putting one (or a sock or a shoe, either) on my right leg. Nobody addressed that issue & nor did anybody tell me how to roll over in bed or get into/out of the shower, a car, a chair or anything else, either. They were too busy tripping over themselves in a headlong rush to get me out the door. I've been figuring all that stuff out one thing at a time, sticking with what doesn't cause pain and not repeating what does cause pain.
I'm now home for about 30 hours & I've been wondering about what to do about the right leg stocking/sock/shoe quandary. Luckily, I had a lucid moment & decided to research self-assistance devices on Amazon. I found there's a world of them - costing from $8 to $50, with varying shipping fees & varying user reviews. Unfortunately, I don't know which are the dogs or which are the good ones. So... since today is Thanksgiving, I guess I'll take a cab to a WalMart tomorrow (since I need one NOW, not when UPS gets it here in a week or two) to see what they have in stock and what they recommend. I have to guess that going to WalMart - 4 days after a THR - on "Black Friday" should be quite the experience, if not bordering on suicidal. Hope I get through it without getting further injured by the crowd.
I'm confident I'll get more sympathetic, more and better medical advice from the staff at the WalMart pharmacy than I got from the hospital staff. I doubt anybody else could be as unconcerned, uninvolved and uninformative as the hospital OT/PT girls and the rest of the hospital staff were. However, I must admit their focus on getting me out of their sight was singularly intense and remarkably focused.
I'm scheduled for a follow-up appointment with the surgeon precisely one month after the date of the surgery. I presume that'll be the 3 minute-long "final kiss-off" appointment and so I'm not filled with reassurance about forthcoming help or support from that quarter, either.
Oh, well. Hopefully nothing major will go wrong and I won't have to impose on any of those useless cretins for any real advice or help...
Tuesday 11/20/12 - the OT/PT 2-girl tag team showed up & gave me preliminary testing in AM, which consisted of walking my 50' w/ a walker. They returned in the PM & did a retest, which consisted of my walking 100' w/crutches and going up & back down 4 stairs. After I did that, they advised me I was ineligible for inpatient rehab because of my extraordinary althletic prowess and performance. They told me their recommendation was one of no inpatient rehab for me & that owing to that recommendation, my (so-called) "medical insurance coverage" wouldn't cover any inpatient rehab despite the surgeon's recommendation. Apparently, some roving PT gypsy is supposed to visit me @ home someday. I truly hope the roving PT gypsy doesn't expect to be treated with any trust, respect or civility by me after the way I got treated in the hospital because needless to say, that won't be happening.
TheOT/PT girls gave me a bottom-end, cheap, folding aluminum walker, a pair of used aluminum crutches (from the PT room where they had their practice stairs & other stuff) and an aluminum "commode" frame for me to install over my toilet at home.
Having done that much, they gave me some prescriptions and post-op written instructions and discharged me precisely 48 hours after the surgery. The scope of their advice was "weight bearing as tolerated; anterior hip precautions." No explanation of what "anterior hip precautions" means was given.
My daughter drove me to the pharmacy and supermarket so I could get the prescriptions filled and fill my frig up with food.
I'm supposed to wear the 2 compression stockings for a month, & it was thoroughly obvious before I got thrown out of the hospital that I was incapable of putting one (or a sock or a shoe, either) on my right leg. Nobody addressed that issue & nor did anybody tell me how to roll over in bed or get into/out of the shower, a car, a chair or anything else, either. They were too busy tripping over themselves in a headlong rush to get me out the door. I've been figuring all that stuff out one thing at a time, sticking with what doesn't cause pain and not repeating what does cause pain.
I'm now home for about 30 hours & I've been wondering about what to do about the right leg stocking/sock/shoe quandary. Luckily, I had a lucid moment & decided to research self-assistance devices on Amazon. I found there's a world of them - costing from $8 to $50, with varying shipping fees & varying user reviews. Unfortunately, I don't know which are the dogs or which are the good ones. So... since today is Thanksgiving, I guess I'll take a cab to a WalMart tomorrow (since I need one NOW, not when UPS gets it here in a week or two) to see what they have in stock and what they recommend. I have to guess that going to WalMart - 4 days after a THR - on "Black Friday" should be quite the experience, if not bordering on suicidal. Hope I get through it without getting further injured by the crowd.
I'm confident I'll get more sympathetic, more and better medical advice from the staff at the WalMart pharmacy than I got from the hospital staff. I doubt anybody else could be as unconcerned, uninvolved and uninformative as the hospital OT/PT girls and the rest of the hospital staff were. However, I must admit their focus on getting me out of their sight was singularly intense and remarkably focused.
I'm scheduled for a follow-up appointment with the surgeon precisely one month after the date of the surgery. I presume that'll be the 3 minute-long "final kiss-off" appointment and so I'm not filled with reassurance about forthcoming help or support from that quarter, either.
Oh, well. Hopefully nothing major will go wrong and I won't have to impose on any of those useless cretins for any real advice or help...