Finally made it home.
It's been about like I thought, but with a couple surprises. Hiccups are excruciating. A sneeze will bring you to your knees. But surprisingly, a cough isn't so bad this time. Getting into, and out of bed is a two-handed struggle, and sleeping for more than a couple hours is still not happening. Once you get up though, it isn't so bad. Sitting up, or walking around is relatively easy. It's the transition between them that's really the tricky part. I've dialed the pain meds back to one, or half of one a night, and went back to two-fisting my favorite popsicles in between naps. I can't eat anything more solid than a cup of pudding. I did have an omelet last night, and that was hard, but do-able. It's applesauce smoothie today, after coffee. So far, 6 lbs gone. We're tracking this pretty close. At a buck-sixty, I start getting professional help.
The porch is nice in the morning. Really, anytime. And the no-see-ums can't bite through the pantyhose (compression stockings) I have to wear for another week. I'll go back for a follow-up appointment with the rockstar neurosurgeon, get the stitches out, and he will schedule xrays for sometime about 8-10 weeks after the surgery date to see if the bones are solid. If yes, move onto physical therapy, if not... well, I reckon it'll be more 'sit on porch' until they are.
So here I am, at home in Masons Cove, Virginia... on the longest coffee break you ever heard of.
*those monitors Dave... that's actually an outsourced service my surgeon brings in specifically for this procedure. They are the last people you see before you go under, little wires and stickers going everywhere. They come in and tell you about it ahead of time so you won't be freaked out I guess.
It's crazy, some of the extraneous things. He also has to employ the services of a pathologist, to examine and confirm for the insurance company that the bone fragments removed from me were indeed diseased, and needed to be removed.
