The trip to Disney World that I promised my husband we would take (back in May when I made my surgery appointment), is fast approaching (early Dec). Although I feel much better, I still don't think this old body is ready for a non-stop 9 day (total) trip to FLA.
If Mr TIADR wouldn't be so disappointed, I'd reschedule. We both earned this trip, me for finally getting my bum hips replaced, and him, for being so wonderful about the whole mess. So, off I will go, we're flying first class, more legroom, less cattle-like, etc., so I should probably survive. We're meeting our best friends (who deserted us this past April for the warmth of the Mouse), and spending the entire time with them (plus, they both work for the aforementioned Mouse and we get in gratis - thank you Mickey!).
Hopefully I can get some stronger meds from the doc this week, to help me with the pain I know will be coming with walking a gazillion miles a day. I refuse to do the wheelchair/scooter thing, I'll hobble around under my own power, thank you very much.
It's been 5 weeks since the surgery and instead of feeling better, I feel like crap. Part of the reason is probably the massive decrease of opiods in my system, plus being more mobile, causing parts of my body I forgot I had to hurt.
I'm also slightly depressed, Gracie will be gone 4 years tomorrow, and the guilt I feel for putting her in a nursing home gets worse, not better. I know there was no choice, but that doesn't make it any easier.
I keep putting off plans for Dec's trip to Disney World - if I don't get us on a flight soon, we'll be walking to FLA. I say walk, because at the moment, my driver's license is expired, and I need to get a copy of my birth certificate to get a new one (which requires a ride to another city, and hello, I have no license!). Lucky for me, I have a devoted friend who will take me.
Meanwhile, the depression has caused me to fall behind on my bill paying - I have the cash, but no motivation to either write a check, visit a website, or make a phone call (but I can post here, go figure). I'm pathetic.
With much to report, surgery was a success and I am now officially a bilateral hippie!!
So, I was officially cleared for surgery today - 2 weeks from right now, I'll be on my way to the rehab place to begin the torturous road back to "normal". My doc was able to get me the same accomodations as last time (hopefully with a private room). Now to find out if the rehab center has wi-fi, if they do, I'll be as happy as a one legged clam.
I bought this thing called a Slingbox, you connect it to your tv and cable modem, and you can access the content on your dvr from anywhere - yes, anywhere!!! I'm bringing my laptop to rehab, and hopefully I'll be able to watch (and rewatch), my S4 House eps.
I also bought an Apple TV, which will allow me to watch all the vids on my computer on my brandy new HD widescreen tv. Unfortunately, I ordered it before Steve Jobs issued my $100 coupon (for buying an iphone before the price cut). Maybe I'll get a new Shuffle with my windfall....
I got some very bad news Wednesday night, the doctor who has been keeping me alive until my hip replacement surgery next month just dropped dead at his desk. He was 44 years old, and had had a heart attack 10 years ago. He changed his lifestyle and got healthy. However, the working 18 hours a day must have killed him.
I'm totally distraught, can't even think straight. He was the one I depended on to understand the pain I was in, and he was planning my rehab so I could get back on my feet (and off the drugs). Now he's gone and I'm floundering, grieving for him (I loved him like a brother, we frequently discussed personal things during my appointments, since he couldn't do much for me other than write a prescription), and mourning my loss.
So now, here I am, trying to find a substitute "brother". I have a GP, who I like a lot, he's a great guy, but it's not the same. I've got to get him to schedule me at the same rehab place I was at last time, with the same accomodations. If not, I'm stuck at the operating hospital's rehab, with the "hospital" rooms and lousy food.
I've been tempted to cancel the surgery, but that wouldn't do anything but keep me in pain for a longer period of time. I guess I'll just do it, and use Joe's memory to get me through it.
I have so much to get done before I go into the hospital and rehab, and no energy to do it. The combination of searing pain and accompanying pain meds makes me pretty much useless to do any heavy lifting (as in the 6 loads of clothes I have to do before I go), or cleaning up, and whatever else needs to be done.
Let's see.....I have to get myself ready, get Mr DarkRide ready to stay with his mommy and daddy ;), get the parrot ready (to grandma and grandpa's), and last but not least, the furry one (Squiggy cat), who will be going to her Uncle's house. Mr DarkRide is also good for shit, I wouldn't trust him to pack a dumpster - so - it's all on me. Oh well, I've done it before, I'll do it again.
Meanwhile, back to yesterday's post - yesterday afternoon I get a call from "Wireless Caller", and a number I don't quite recognize. I pick up and hear some sort of foreign language spoken at me. I said "excuse me", and I hear on the line "he's dead". I now know who it is - it's my best-friend-from-high-school-best-friends-forever-no-matter-how-far-away-we-may-live-from-each-other, Ronnie. She wanted to make sure I knew about Tom's death, and we reminisced about the "old days", when we both crushed on him. We had a nice chat and I realized (for the bazzillionth time), how much I miss her.
What's spooky is that two days ago, I dreamed Tom had died. I've been a big fan of his since the early 70's (oh, who am I kidding, I was a teenager, madly in love with him!!). I had kept track of him through his website, which he closed when he learned he had leukemia.
Rest in Peace Tom, and have a Colortini for me!!
Well, 8 weeks from today (9/18), I will no doubt be lying on an operating table, drugged to the gills (hopefully), having my grumpy old left hip joint replaced. While I'm anxious to have it done, I'm not thrilled about it (if that makes sense). I just wish I could go to sleep on the 18th, and wake up 4 days later, after most of the pain and humiliation (bedpan bingo anyone?) are over with.
The best part of the whole ordeal is the rehab portion - 3 1/2 weeks of semi-hotel living, 3 meals a day (delivered), with nothing to think about but getting strong enough to leave. I'm lucky in that my doc is head of the facility I'll be going to, so I truly get the "royal" treatment (flat screen tv, private room etc.).
Hopefully this hip will recover as well as the right hip (done in Nov 2005). If all goes well, I'll be able to hit Disney World in December (but no rollercoasters, *sniff*). Since our best friends now work there, we'll be able to take some behind the scenes tours, a visit to the company stores, free admission to the parks, and 50% off the conceierge level at the Grand Floridian. If that's not incentive to heal quickly, I don't know what else is!!
I plan to keep this journal updated at least through the end of the year, hopefully other hippies will find it and find it helpful in their journeys.
Surgery is now slightly less than 3 months away, and can't come soon enough. Hopefully I will be completely pain free by the beginning of 2008!!
Pain free and probably jonesing for all those yummy drugs the doc has been prescribing for me. He just increased my dosage (med will remain nameless), and after a frustrating series of mishaps by the pharmacy, I finally got my fresh new bottle of pills (sheesh - how hard IS it to put 180 pills in a bottle????).
I'm currently craving Chinese - boneless spare ribs and pork fried rice, smothered in garlic sauce - dinnertime can't come soon enough.
My new laptop is great - I'm sure Vista is a wonderful OS, but should it really take an 1100 page aftermarket book to explain it?