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Aug. 16th, 2005 12:24 pmOKay, let's try for a slightly more coherent post, shall we? :p
I miscalculated the volume of morning traffic yesterday on the way out to the hospital, resulting in our arrival nearly an hour -before- the time they wanted me there. It seemed to make everyone involved fairly happy; I got taken back immediately and handed a hospital gown and planted in a bed. Dr Grosso chuckled at my promptness and told me my instincts were good - the patient that'd been set before me had just called and warned he would be late. So I'd be going in earlier than expected. Wheee, or something. :p
I sat in the bed for about an hour, chattering with Megan and the nurses as they stopped to get my paperwork done. Mom showed up not far into it, so she joined in the chatter... they snuck up on me and checked my blood pressure again, and discovered that my 148/110 early reading dropped to my normal 112/72 when I was distracted. The anaesthesiologist was -very- happy with that news, having expressed a bit of worry about it earlier. All the checks went through clean, leading to amused comments from the head nurse about how solid my health seemed to be. She laughed when I told her I was probably the healthiest chain-smoking, crazy, cripple she'd ever have call to meet. Dr Grosso stuck his head around the corner and told me I'd have to take the cripple out of that soon enough, winked, and vanished again. If anyone could shake my terrors of the medical profession (more specifically, the application of their skills to ME), it'd be this team.
The anaesthesiologist showed back up and loaded my IV with the heavy stuff, and I was rolled on back. I remember being rolled into a largish room, and then someone hit the master power switch and I was out. No fading, no sleepiness, just .... blam, and then someone's talking to me as I'm coming out of it. MUCH goofy grogginess followed, with me nodding back out at odd moments. 'm told that's normal for oversized individuals coming out of it, and it seemed to continue amusing folks, so what the hell, eh?
The final prognosis was that while there was some arthritic damage in the joint, Doctor Grosso felt there was more than enough potential to save the joint. He cleaned up some of the arthritis damage (anyone know what that means? I never got a chance to ask...), bored a channel in, and set the replacement ligament. I've not pulled things apart to peer at the incisions yet; while I'm curious, I don't want to disturb things. I've had to pull the cold wrap off and fix it, and make some comparatively minor adjustments to the brace, but otherwise it's simply been a matter of hobbling about on the crutches.
Hurts like hell, but I know that'll abate in time.
In the meantime, I'm going to pull some clothes on and then go wash my hair. Somewhere along the line it got ookie and matted and such, and it's driving me insane. *hugs to all*
I miscalculated the volume of morning traffic yesterday on the way out to the hospital, resulting in our arrival nearly an hour -before- the time they wanted me there. It seemed to make everyone involved fairly happy; I got taken back immediately and handed a hospital gown and planted in a bed. Dr Grosso chuckled at my promptness and told me my instincts were good - the patient that'd been set before me had just called and warned he would be late. So I'd be going in earlier than expected. Wheee, or something. :p
I sat in the bed for about an hour, chattering with Megan and the nurses as they stopped to get my paperwork done. Mom showed up not far into it, so she joined in the chatter... they snuck up on me and checked my blood pressure again, and discovered that my 148/110 early reading dropped to my normal 112/72 when I was distracted. The anaesthesiologist was -very- happy with that news, having expressed a bit of worry about it earlier. All the checks went through clean, leading to amused comments from the head nurse about how solid my health seemed to be. She laughed when I told her I was probably the healthiest chain-smoking, crazy, cripple she'd ever have call to meet. Dr Grosso stuck his head around the corner and told me I'd have to take the cripple out of that soon enough, winked, and vanished again. If anyone could shake my terrors of the medical profession (more specifically, the application of their skills to ME), it'd be this team.
The anaesthesiologist showed back up and loaded my IV with the heavy stuff, and I was rolled on back. I remember being rolled into a largish room, and then someone hit the master power switch and I was out. No fading, no sleepiness, just .... blam, and then someone's talking to me as I'm coming out of it. MUCH goofy grogginess followed, with me nodding back out at odd moments. 'm told that's normal for oversized individuals coming out of it, and it seemed to continue amusing folks, so what the hell, eh?
The final prognosis was that while there was some arthritic damage in the joint, Doctor Grosso felt there was more than enough potential to save the joint. He cleaned up some of the arthritis damage (anyone know what that means? I never got a chance to ask...), bored a channel in, and set the replacement ligament. I've not pulled things apart to peer at the incisions yet; while I'm curious, I don't want to disturb things. I've had to pull the cold wrap off and fix it, and make some comparatively minor adjustments to the brace, but otherwise it's simply been a matter of hobbling about on the crutches.
Hurts like hell, but I know that'll abate in time.
In the meantime, I'm going to pull some clothes on and then go wash my hair. Somewhere along the line it got ookie and matted and such, and it's driving me insane. *hugs to all*
