So I'm back at home after two days at the hospital getting rid of the old worn-out hips parts and getting a shiny new metal one. True to form, the post-op pain pretty much held off until last night when I'd walked through the door and then hammered me flat; my right leg swelled up from the iliac crest to the top of the knee and I had a very, very bad night last night.
Things are better today, but not all that much. And I STILL haven't managed to get a used-food blockade runner past the Hillbilly Heroin Barrier; today has been the first stage of Operation Big Dump which has involved prune juice and several bowls of raisin bran. No luck so far, but we'll see...
(TMI Update 3/4: OBD is a go..!)
The reason for the tissue blow-up was, apparently, that when the ortho team opened me up what they found was a complete and utter mess; floating bone chips, arthritic spurs, all sorts of nasty junk. They had to clean all that up and in the process tore up a lot of soft tissue. Hence the pain and the suffering.
But I'm recovering, slowly, and having a worse time with the boredom than with the pain, at least at the moment. I'll be back in a bit with a longer update, but I just wanted to get this out so's you'd know that I wasn't food for worms, brave Percy.
6 comments:
Glad to hear that you are still the topside, looking down.
Best wishes on a speedy recovery, Chief. Follow the physical therapists orders even though they hurt like blazes. The pain is worth the gain.
Actually, so far the pain has been manageable and the gain spectacular. The problem has been icing the hip at night; the ice melts long before it's time to take more oxycodone. So I'm left with the unenviable choice between losing sleep to get up and change out the ice packs or trying to sleep through the not-entirely-awful-but-not-pleasant-either soreness that increases as the hip muscles thaw.
And, yes, I am very pleased to still be counted among the not-pining-for-the-fjords.
Glad the surgery went well, look forward to seeing you back in (grumpy) action.
Well, the irascibility comes by nature rather than nurture. But I have to say that, other than a REALLY horrible Wednesday-Thursday I've been pleasantly surprised at the relatively low level of pain. Maybe it's that the pre-op joint was such a stone bitch? Anyway, the post-op pain levels don't have me any more irked at the Trump Dickathon than anything else...
Heal fast, Chief.
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