Friday 12.23.11 3 Days Post

Today I had PT/OT. we tried getting me up to use the walker. No go. Again I was light headed and pale and nauseous. The therapists said I was putting too much weight on my foot. It's hard to tell how much is too much. So we raised the walker and that helped a little. But they still said I was putting too much weight. It was really hard because I needed to get up and move to be able to go home. And today is the day they actually want to send me home but there is no way I would be able to do it because the headache, light headed and puking still. Jeeze would this ever stop? Well today I gave up the pump and I decided to only eat toast, crackers and ice water. I had a few Popsicles too. I still puked a few times, but managed to stay semi pain free. I think this night was close to being the worst. My mom came later and cleaned my hair which made me feel great. Ok don't be grossed out but here's the thing. Let me warn you. If you are desperate to be off the pain pump you will do just about anything to be pain free. Ok so while my mom was there, I puked up the oxycontin, and oxycodone. The nurses will not give you another dose so my mom scooped the meds out of the bucket and rinsed them off and I re-took them. Complete desperation. I know. The contin was really easy to spot though because since it was a time-release it grew about triple its original size and was like rubbery lol I know gross.

Well I did say I had one of the worst nights and let me tell you why. One thing, the surgeons assistant Gail which I appreciate her doing this but at the time I was upset. She was not hopeful on my progress and I was not doing very well. She told me that if I couldn't get up and start moving right without weight on my foot by Monday they would be forced to send me to a rehab facility until I can figure it out. She told me I was definitely not going home Saturday and probably not Sunday. I think it was a scare tactic but it worked. I cried that night. The other reason was I began to really dislike being at the hospital. I think the treatment by the nurses took a turn for the worse. I woke up late in the night and I asked for a nurse to come in the room. When she came in I asked her to look into my ears with a scope to see if I had fluid in my ears. I was having severe pounding in my ears and I just wanted them to see. Well the nurse told me they didn't have any scopes. Excuse me?? I was shocked. She was confused at what I was asking. "Look into my ears to see if I have fluid in my ears." How hard is that? Well she said ok let me ask. She walks out in the hall leaves the door open and I clearly hear her ask someone in charge. He laughs. LAUGHS. And says just tell her we don't have any. I was pissed. I am in a freaking hospital which also has an emergency room. I'm like can't you just go and get one? How in the world in a hospital can you not have an ear scope. So I was a little pissed and yelled at her to get out. I did. Well you laugh at me and you don't have something a hospital would obviously have and you don't think I would be pissed? Well she finally left and I cried. I was so upset and broke down. Daniel was asleep and he was so tired from lack of sleep and working I didn't want to bother him with my feelings. At this point I really wanted to get the hell out of there and go home.

There's me shortly after a PT visit. light headed and a little green. :(
And there's my bandage. They took it off today.