January 25, 2012
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Curiosity Satisfied
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
I really wondered how Chewlee would react to my being here at home and not in the hospital. Well, here's what happened. She was cranky when she came here because she didn't nap when she was supposed to at school. She was very clingy to her mother. The Princess yelled at her not getting down from her body and she was holding on tight like she didn't want to stay. I yelled at her to be good and get down off her mother and I wish you could have heard her voice when she said, *Say that again*. The Beast says her eyes were really big and she had a shocked look on her face.
She ran over to my computer room door, looked at me with a very shocked face and said, *Grandma....why aren't you at the doctors?* She really meant the hospital. She looked at my feet and said, *That's doctor bandages*. I told her yes they were but the doctor gave them to me to use on my feet. She just said *Humph* like she didn't really believe me. I told her not to worry, I was going back there on Friday.
I finally heard back from the doctor's office. I had to listen to an automated message before I could leave a message about calling me to tell me what time I needed to be there on Friday. I still don't know what time I have to be there but I'll find out tomorrow when I go for my blood work before I am admitted. She also told me my surgery will take 5- 1/2 hours.
He told the nurse if I wanted, I could have the surgery on Monday when his schedule was a little less full but I told the nurse I didn't want to wait if at all possible. She said the doctor told her it was just a suggestion if I wanted a few more days at home. I know the surgery has many possible effects on my system but it should help finish up the healing of my left foot. That's the one that causes me all the pain. I was surprised, however, at how the foot seems to be healing already. It's smaller than it has ever been.
I'm on my feet more and have less pain when walking. My big problem is balance. Guess the big toe is more important than we believe. I have to bring that to my doctor's attention. I can't even bend over without my losing my balance. I feel like I need to stand like the Sumo wrestlers but that's an ugly stance.
I may actually have to do rehab in order to find out what I need to do about that problem. Bratfink says I need either a walker or a cane with those four *feet* on it. I will probably have one prescribed for me after this arterial bypass in my leg. It's supposed to restore my circulation in that leg. I asked the doctor how I could have NONE (he said it) and yet my feet and toes are okay. How is that possible? He said the body is an amazing thing and will usually find a way around the clogged artery but it doesn't have the pressure needed for long. I am hoping that everything goes well. Say a little prayer for me, please. My kids gave me orders that I must survive and can't die before the Beast.
I do like the surgeon that will be doing the surgery. He's very thorough and he's the one that was chastised by me for leaving me hanging. He had told another doctor what was going on (this is the artereogram) Excuse the spelling, please. Then, that doctor left for a seminar. None of the other doctors could tell me what was going to be done and when. I yelled at the surgeon about it and he said he did know about the seminar (he just got back from one) but thought he would convey that to his partner. He didn't. I said I would yell at him about it when I saw him.
One doctor told me I was *a tough old bird* and I just laughed. I told him dealing with people my whole life AND being assistant administrator at a medical center, I knew what doctors are like and I wouldn't put up with some of the things I saw and experienced. I would tell them when I thought they weren't paying attention to the needs of his or her patient. How did I know? Some of it I saw myself and the families or the patient would end up in MY office to find out information they needed that should have come from the doctors. But some of them are too quick in their patient care and the families can't find out what's going on. They were almost afraid to ask the doctor questions because *they are so busy*. I told them (the doctors) to ASK if his patient or the family had any questions. It reflected good feelings by them because it's a sign of caring.
But enough of that for now. I'm managing okay and Chewlee said to me today *Grandma! You are walking FAST!* Compared to the last time she was here and saw me walking, I guess I am and it's funny she would notice such a little thing like that. She also saw me have a problem with my balance when I was helping her get her socks on before she went home. She never can get them on right so she will ask for help.
Love you all. Have a wonderful day and don't forget that prayer for me. I will be off of here for a couple days but I might be able to have Bratfink let you know how things are going. I have to ask her. If I can get her to agree, I'll have her post on my blog. I'm going to ask her in a few minutes. Love you loads and please stay safe and healthy. Life is short. Too damn short in my opinion. But we are living much longer than our relatives did around the turn of the last century. Back around 1900, the average age of those that died was about 42-45 years Let's live to be 100 or so with our minds sharp and intact.. Is that a dream or what?
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