Sk8ing, Part 3, Surgery and Bedrest

After arriving at the new ER, I was told I needed new Xrays and new bloodwork. Why? They were sent with me on the ambulance. I told them not to do anything that was unnecessary because I could not afford this. My insurance deductible was very high. They came back with the reality of the situation. The surgery would far outweigh the deductible, and they needed digital xrays for the surgeon.

I still cried. The drugs made me dopey and it seemed like such a waste of money to take more xrays and do more blood tests.
I was upset about the health care system, and felt hopeless.

I was admitted to the hospital. Surgery would not be for two days.

Things get hazy from there. Injections of Dilautid kept me from screaming in pain, and there were visitors to keep me company. Tanner brought me silly fun toys and we talked about our Burning Man memories, since neither of us were able to make it this year.
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Rick came in from working downstairs for a client, and I dont really remember what we talked about because of the drugs. I do know he brought me a Dirt Rag magazine, which had an article Adam had written.

Tamer was there. I am pretty sure. Yes, he was there. My mom and aunt may have been there too. With my sister. Did I mention the drugs?

V brought mad libs and we played until I was passing out. Deena brought cookies and combed my hair. It was really nice talking to her. Shonda and Andre came by, which was super sweet, and I mean it, because Shonda brought her amazing praline candies.

I had my Blackberry and my laptop with me, but it was really too hard to get any work done.

A midnight injection of Dilautid prompted me to text Adam, “the Aliens are coming, the Aliens are coming.” At which point he called me and I told him I was hallucinating and scared and wished he was there to hug. He came in the next day with the Blue Hippo, who was given the sk8er name, Carver.

Surgery was successful and I was soon pushed to leave the hospital while still in a lot of pain. A lot of this was frustrating, I was pretty much accused of being a junkie since the Persosetts didnt do the job on their own. Do you smoke? Do you smoke? Do you smoke? I asked the nurse why she kept asking me this over and over again.
Because we dont know why the drugs are not working on you.

I was told I would be kept until I didnt need the dialutid. Then I was told the doctor had already discharged me, then it would depend on rehab. I hated the inconsistency and ill communication. I was switched to Vicodin and sent home the next day. When being discharged the nurse shook her finger at me. I looked at her, and shook my finger back at her asking, why are you shaking your finger at me? She left and came back admitting she was anxious because they had to clear the floor of patients for new ones coming in, and had 3 more after me. LOVE YA hospitals. But its probably good I left when I did, my hospital bill is currently at $40k and likely to climb as more bills are submitted.

Adam brought me home and I arrived to find my wheelchair, a walker, a bedside potty. Toes above nose and shots to prevent blood clots.

No weight for 3 months. Bed rest until this Friday, then see what the doctor says…Im very lucky. Mom and Adam have been cooking very yummy meals for me.

Hashers friends brought me a shower chair, and it felt so good to wash my hair. But no moving except to go to the bathroom.

So lots of time to think, especially now that i dont need the drugs as much.

I worry about resuming normal activities. Getting in shape is going to be more difficult now. We were to be intensely training and then heading somewhere exciting to go snowboarding. Adam says he will try to modify the P90X somehow once I can move around and be near the puppies.

He is so awesome. I needed to increase my water drinking, and so he brought the water cooler to my bedside. He knows the magic of coconut popsicles – they make it hurt less. We watch Netflix movies and skater videos. I recommend the documentary about the Dogtown boys as well as the movie that was made with Heath Ledger.

Work has picked up. Im taking less drugs. In part because Jet and Drue said they would come over with sake and sushi. MMMMmmm.
Michelle and Doug came over and made me a salad with prunes and apricots. (Hint, narcotics really bind you – breaking the ankle hurt, but the constipation nearly killed me). I did have a little bit of beer and some wine. YUMMY.

I was really sad to miss the wine bus tour that I planned. I was trying to arrange for someone to Mike to take me by car and I would follow the bus around and rest while they were drinking. So silly. Joey took care of it, ran it for me, and I got a lot of reports that people enjoyed themselves. Joey was my hero. They chipped in and Joey brought me this:

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I have had clients come to the house, and I am just hoping to pull myself out of this somehow.

I got stuck on the couch at one point. Adam took a nap at his house and didnt hear my wake up call. No one answered elsewhere, Mom, sister, aunt…but Elizabeth came to the rescue! Kind of embarassing to ask a new friend to help me get to bed, but probably better than asking the young lawn boy to help.

3 months no driving or walking. Its going to be hard. But at least Im saving on gas money!

I know others who have been through this. Poor Liza with her booboo leg. Its my first time with stitches and bed rest. Im at the point where i really want to get the heck out of the house.

So, pictures of stitches and bruising follow.
Dont look if you are squeamish.

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5 thoughts on “Sk8ing, Part 3, Surgery and Bedrest

  1. Judy Post author

    Not so fast Barry. I will use that whole mind over matter trick. I should be able to walk beginning of December, so hope to board in January. :)

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  2. Andree

    I feel your pain about the medical bills. I’m still paying off bills that went to my deductible for when I fell off the cliff last Nov. I was at AGH from Sat afternoon to Monday afternoon and my bill was over $30K !! Keep healing – it’s tough now but when you’re back on your feet you’ll be so happy!

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