Well Hello...
2008-08-26
Here I am sitting in the Hospital again, waiting for the "knockout guy" to come see me...(Guess who can't spell Anesthatyst!)
Yip, I've been ordered back to hospital, because the doc says he wants to take bone form the hip and transplant this into the boney part of the broken leg and see whether that will help the bones grow together better. You see, the bones have not been showing progress in terms of growing back together at this stage.
If this were now two weeks after the accident it would still have been ok, but what got me down a "little" is that this is now more than two months after the accident and there is still no progress.
Now, before you reply to this and start sending me all these messages of encouragement, hear this... I've had a LOT of messages of encouragement in the last 2 months and I appreciate each one of them, but.........
After a little while the most well-meant encouragement could be experienced as discouragement and even as criticism in terms of one's own faith and ability to learn from these things. I mean, the fifteenth time someone tells you that you are to probably learn patience from this experience, or that you are to learn humility, or whatever...You start wondering about your ability (or should I say inability) to cope with the situation that life throws at you.
I started feeling inadequate because I am obviously not getting or understanding the lesson. So, what I'm trying to get at is you need to be careful when you visit someone in hospital, or try and encourage someone who has just experienced a loss or traumatic event. Don't just go ahead and say the first thing that comes to mind, because maybe it's the same old things people have been saying all the time. Think carefully, listen to the person you are visiting and use the information you get from them to give them some meaningful encouragement.
Most people will let you know exactly what type of encouragement will work for them at any given time. Sometimes people (myself included!) would just want someone to listen to them while they vent and get rid of their frustration. (Maybe that's why I blog every now and then?) Sometimes people want to talk through their problem so that they get an answer to their questions. Sometimes people need you to answer some question to help them relate to the situation, etc, etc, etc.
Listen and stop talking so much...he says to himself...
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2008-08-28
Ok, so I never got around to posting the previous message before they wheeled me off to the theater. And now it's 2 days later and I haven't got around to posting the next message yet. So I'll post two in one day...because I can!
The afternoon after the operation went by in a blur of pain killers and drug-induced sleep. I remember a couple of things, but not enough to put together a nice story about it. Interesting perhaps, but not necessarily nice.
Yesterday, the day after the operation, of course went by with the normal amount of boredom and sleeping and generally not doing much anyway. The physio came to see me in the morning and decided that it would be a good thing to get me out of bed straight away...even though i still had a drain on my hip where they cut out some bone to graft into my leg.
As I finished typing the previous sentence, the physio walked in again with that same "mean" look in her eye! I tried to get out of bed just before the physio came and was able to at least stand on the crutches, but I can't really walk around, because every time I put weight on my left leg and the right leg hangs it starts pulling on the hip area where the cut was made....Needless to say this is NOT the most comfortable thing that can happen.
I'm now sitting here wodnering whether I should try and go home and relax there, or whether I should stay in hospital for another night and give the hip some more time to heal first. Serious decision time, since I'm not sure whether I'm gonna make it to the car and from the car to the bed at home the way it feels right now! Maybe if they give me an injection first and then wait for the medicine to take hold and then I hurry off to the car and get into the bedroom before the medicine wears off...Who knows?
But then again, there's just a couple of "maybe's" too many in that previous sentence. I've got until 11 to decide, because after 12 they charge me for an additional day in the hospital, so i can just as well stay overnight then. To be honest, I'm feeling quite coimfortable while I'm sitting here typing away at the laptop, so maybe I'll rather stay another night.
Just wonder what the medical aid would think of that and whether they would be willing to pay for that additional night? I'm sure they won't mind...
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