The last two weeks have come and gone and life for me has been in slow motion…we have had 2 birthdays, a baptism, a kindergarten graduation, a holiday and one badly broken leg..ouchy!!
FALLING UP…
This old Nana is feeling the repercussions of falling UP the stairs and since then my cloistered life has never been the same. We had the fire truck, ambulance, emts, xrays and the hospital stay..the vacation in hell!!. Four days in the hospital is like a lifetime in hell…with 2 hour visits from every staff member who wanted to torture me in some way or another. One can not sleep in a hospital unless it be permanent. One can not eat in a hospital…when you have to ask what the meal is, then you know you are in trouble…
AFTER 40 YEARS…
The last time I was hospitalized was over 40 years ago during a noisy remodel. Forty years later I return to a different hospital and the remodel is no where near done… what is new is the code bar bracelet they affix to the patients and they just zap the bar code everytime one eats, drinks, gets a pill, injection or procedure. By the last day vist I was dreading the zapping for fear of what the total was… the bill came a week later and beleive me it is much cheaper to just die!! I felt like a cabbage being repeatedly put under the scanner!!
COMFORT ZONE…
Well.. this too I survived. I far better appreciate being able to moan and groan about my own house..it truly has become my comfort zone. My bedroom is upstairs so I am camping in the familyroom off the kitchen and bathroom. I have taken over Grandad’s space and big screen TV set. I have my son’s trusty walker that gets me around and after awhile you learn all sorts of things to do with it…best of all I have my warm fuzzy blanky!
LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT…
There is no dignity in being sick or indisposed. The design of the hospital gown has not changed and I had to resign myself to letting my backside peek through to the world as I went to and fro. At home I have my muu-muus that get me through the day and night just fine. Apparently I have a 12 inch titanium rod down my femor bone and luckily I have had little discomfort because I landed on my left knee and did enough damage to transfer the pain there. But, I can tell you that having two knees weak and painful makes walking just about impossible…
THAT ITCHY FEELING…
I am dealing with a numb butt and the tape around the incisions make me itch…I have been to my primary doctor, the leg surgeon who took out half the staples and I am scheduled for two heart tests tomorrow. For a very long time I have had a recurring dream that I would be out in public without my shoes…well, that has finally happened..no shoes, no bra and no makeup! No one cares but me….
When I was a kid, having a broken bone seemed like the ultimate thing to have happen. One gets to have ice cream and a cool cast that people can sign. Since I have never broken any bone I must say the romantic notion of all the ice cream and attention is highly over rated.
I rate this experience a C-…cruddy, crappy and completely boring!
