I went in the hospital early early Tuesday morning and I came home Friday midday. In-and-out, go home. I like it that way. I had some initial therapy and advisories about the normal things like no lifting, twisting or bending or else all my bones will fall apart and crash to the floor in a heap. I was reminded when going up and down stairs, it’s up with the good leg first and down with the bad one first. They taught me how to get in and out of the car, the shower and one of those booths where they swirl money all around you (just in case that really happened). The food was terrible, the nurses very good and the overall review 4 out of 5 stars.
So now I am home. A nurse will visit every day for a few days as will a therapist to work on my moving around the place. Whether or not I come down with my usual post-surgery infection has, so far, been negatory good buddy. Last time I had to wait six months to find out if I was home free (I wasn’t) so that means around Christmas time I will or won’t get a present.
Pretty good, huh? They wound up doing more than originally expected, once they got inside and got a good look around. That resulted in two additional pieces of hardware being inserted between my vertebrae in addition to the rods that help straighten me out. Rosemarie says I’m already a good inch taller! She prefers tall men so already I’m on her good side.
Do I hurt? Uh-huh. I have ten incisions: 8 little ones and 2 larger ones. But the pain seems the be a little less each day. Today, for example, getting myself situated in a comfortable position in bed took fewer and easier lifts with a lot less ouch.
Okay, there you have it. Now, let’s all move on and get back to normal. Thanks for your interest, and especially all the get well wishes I’ve received this past week. It’s nice to know people actually care whether or not you are feeling well! Okay, on with life!