Rethinking the rehab; perhaps it doesn’t start today. Disappointingly the wheel hurts like hell; unsure how else to really say it. Rewind: I’m thankful for great caregivers and physicians, for great medical insurance coverage and for general health that’s a little better than average. That said….
I caved and just started taking Rx~~ unsure if I could do this without them. Tried but caved. We’ll see what happens Day II. Here’s the procedure and follow-up; (ACL reconstruction , Rehab). Plus there was also a meniscus tear that apparently was cleaned up.
What I recall is grabbing the IV bag, taking a last minute bathroom break (that’s a challenge w/an IV bag), then through a first door that opened into what appeared to be the hub of a hub and spoke surgical suite. A couple other nurses were floating around the hubs amidst the glistening overpriced racks, shelves and fully electric bionic supplies and equipment. A nod to the others and a press of a button revealed a room bright enough it looks as if it’d be better suited to interrogation. Two outstanding features: what looked like an army of help and so cold I didn’t stop shaking until I passed out.
Hopped up on the table to three people hovering over my left side, sticking, wrapping, strapping and pinching. In unison they shifted over to the right side for a repeat. I took a final look at the knee to be sure the black mark was on the correct one (left) and acknowledged that despite what seemed like a closet full of thin, white warming blankets I still could not stop shivering. I now better realize what Drake must feel like on a regular basis. Not a lot of conversation; I kept waiting for the Count Backwards instruction, and it never came. Or at least I have no memory of it whatsoever. I went from shivers straight to post-op. Wonder that sounds right. Losing it again~
wagging a bunch more, barking much less (it’s the Rx)