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Day 1-6 Pre Surgery, Surgery and Day 6 PS |
Day 1 Pre Surgery
While I was making my way back to Escondido, I called my Health Care Provider to schedule an appointment with a Primary Care doctor. It was annoying to be diagnosed again and shuffled off to the side to Orthopedics.
While I was making my way back to Escondido, I called my Health Care Provider to schedule an appointment with a Primary Care doctor. It was annoying to be diagnosed again and shuffled off to the side to Orthopedics.
Day 2 Pre-Surgery
When I called Orthopedics, bright in the morning, I scheduled an appointment on February 4th, 2009.
I was disconsolate over that. Extremely disconsolate. This wasn't something I sit on for 6 weeks.
Phone calls were made left and right. My boss called and I told him what happened. He gave me a game plan to proceed with next morning.
Day 3 Pre-Surgery
I called the Orthopedics department again, and they confirmed that they didn't have an opening to see me any time soon. I stressed my situation, but the lady on the other line just repeated her rehearsed lines.
I had breakfast and planned to go to a ER as soon as possible. I started looking at alternative Orthopedic doctors. As soon as I was making my way out, my cell phone rang and the nurse on the other line told me that they could see me right away.
We trekked down to Mission Gorge and finally I got an x-ray, an actual Orthopedic Nurse and surgeon to diagnose me. I was given two options: surgery or natural repair. Both take the same amount of time to heal, surgery is slightly better for younger people.
I chose surgery, and they scheduled it for the following Saturday. I was relieved, happy and excited.
Surgery
I didn't realize that I had to be there at the morning... so when I came in, I was panicking. Good thing they still scheduled the surgery. I got dressed down into a gown and waited. The nurses were amused to hear how I tore my Achillles' Tendon and stuck me with an IV needle.
My nerves were rattled, because I honestly do not like hospitals. Yes, I know that they are wonderful institutions that help millions of people. I just have a bit of a phobia of being in one. And there are a ton of factors that feed my fear: MRSA, complications, etc, etc... I just don't feel like I need to be in one.
The nerves were shot when the nurse gave me a two rounds of sedatives. The only coherent memory I had before I blacked out was someone sticking a O2 mask in my face and telling me to inhale.
I woke up extremely groggy and incoherent and with a cast on my leg. I knew my brother came by, I could hear him and the nurse talk about me. I shifted to another bay in the Post-Op wing, and slept a huge deal. Time passed quickly. I had a series of nurses look at me, and I couldn't answer many of the questions coherently. When a nurse asked me for something to drink, I asked for orange juice. In lieu of orange juice, she gave me apple juice and ice chips.
The time dragged on and I still felt dizzy and nauseated, but I was determined to get out. After the ice chips, I graduated to tiny sips of apple juice. After another few hours, I felt okay and decided to chug a jar of can of apple juice.
That was smart. I soon regurgitated it out. When the nurses attempted to prop me up to walk my stomach hurt. Another can of juice came out and onto the floor. Oddly enough, I felt better. A half an hour later I was being wheeled out of the hospital.
Post Surgery
The first few days after the surgery were also groggy and disgusting. I couldn't eat much, I loved the Vicodin but hated the nausea accompanied with it. I slept the days away, and much of it was accompanied with Vicodin.
Its been 6 days, and I feel coherent enough to watch a House MD Marathon and type two entries. My stitches come out next Wednesday, and I'm looking forward to that. I also have to look forward to more cast wearing and crutches. Hey, at least I'm working on my upper body strength.
When I called Orthopedics, bright in the morning, I scheduled an appointment on February 4th, 2009.
I was disconsolate over that. Extremely disconsolate. This wasn't something I sit on for 6 weeks.
Phone calls were made left and right. My boss called and I told him what happened. He gave me a game plan to proceed with next morning.
Day 3 Pre-Surgery
I called the Orthopedics department again, and they confirmed that they didn't have an opening to see me any time soon. I stressed my situation, but the lady on the other line just repeated her rehearsed lines.
I had breakfast and planned to go to a ER as soon as possible. I started looking at alternative Orthopedic doctors. As soon as I was making my way out, my cell phone rang and the nurse on the other line told me that they could see me right away.
We trekked down to Mission Gorge and finally I got an x-ray, an actual Orthopedic Nurse and surgeon to diagnose me. I was given two options: surgery or natural repair. Both take the same amount of time to heal, surgery is slightly better for younger people.
I chose surgery, and they scheduled it for the following Saturday. I was relieved, happy and excited.
Surgery
I didn't realize that I had to be there at the morning... so when I came in, I was panicking. Good thing they still scheduled the surgery. I got dressed down into a gown and waited. The nurses were amused to hear how I tore my Achillles' Tendon and stuck me with an IV needle.
My nerves were rattled, because I honestly do not like hospitals. Yes, I know that they are wonderful institutions that help millions of people. I just have a bit of a phobia of being in one. And there are a ton of factors that feed my fear: MRSA, complications, etc, etc... I just don't feel like I need to be in one.
The nerves were shot when the nurse gave me a two rounds of sedatives. The only coherent memory I had before I blacked out was someone sticking a O2 mask in my face and telling me to inhale.
I woke up extremely groggy and incoherent and with a cast on my leg. I knew my brother came by, I could hear him and the nurse talk about me. I shifted to another bay in the Post-Op wing, and slept a huge deal. Time passed quickly. I had a series of nurses look at me, and I couldn't answer many of the questions coherently. When a nurse asked me for something to drink, I asked for orange juice. In lieu of orange juice, she gave me apple juice and ice chips.
The time dragged on and I still felt dizzy and nauseated, but I was determined to get out. After the ice chips, I graduated to tiny sips of apple juice. After another few hours, I felt okay and decided to chug a jar of can of apple juice.
That was smart. I soon regurgitated it out. When the nurses attempted to prop me up to walk my stomach hurt. Another can of juice came out and onto the floor. Oddly enough, I felt better. A half an hour later I was being wheeled out of the hospital.
Post Surgery
The first few days after the surgery were also groggy and disgusting. I couldn't eat much, I loved the Vicodin but hated the nausea accompanied with it. I slept the days away, and much of it was accompanied with Vicodin.
Its been 6 days, and I feel coherent enough to watch a House MD Marathon and type two entries. My stitches come out next Wednesday, and I'm looking forward to that. I also have to look forward to more cast wearing and crutches. Hey, at least I'm working on my upper body strength.