I prepared for surgery by taking heavy doses of antibiotics 4 times a day.
I showed up the day of surgery at 11 like they asked. We had to go here, than, here, no there, no here! Aaahhh, where do we go?
We finally figured out where I was supposed to be. First thing they do is give me a gown to put on. So we did as told and put the gown on, but then they tell me I had to have to take my bra off! What, why your operating on my toe! I also had to take off all my jewelry, even in my face, why they were operating on my toe! Oh what lovely rules!
Surgery was supposed to be at 6 p.m. and wasn’t allowed to eat until after the surgery. Next thing we know its 7 o’clock, then 7:30, then 8:00, now I’m tired, hungry and grumpy. Which, if you know me is a terrible combination. Thank goodness for Troy, he was great and dealt with my bad behavior and my attitude. I was so tired that I was crying at anything. Not to mention scared about the upcoming surgery.
Finally at about 9 they came in and said they’d be coming soon for me. Now my nerves are at all time high. Poor Troy hung in there. They took me down to the pre-op room and thank goodness Troy could come. Then when it was time I tried to keep myself calm. The operating room was so bright and I was needing more meds to knock me out…. I finally went out and it was the best nap ever.
I woke up when they were wrapping my foot. Then they took me back to my room and I felt awesome, pretty relaxed. The Dr. told Troy everything went good and he’d be by my room the next day. I kept my toe! All of it. They went in to clean out the infection, the Dr. said there was plenty of good bone and he cut out the sore on my toe also, sweet. So now I have 8 stitches on my toe. Its going to be a scar the length of my toe. But im glad it all went well and I have all my parts, even if they don’t work.
So now I have to stay 5 days in the hospital hooked up to an IV, to disperse high doses of antibiotics so infection is killed and doesn’t spread. Troy slept in the room with me in a fold out chair, but it wasn’t very comfortable. We just kind of hung out because there was nothing else to do. I was pretty grumpy because I was super tired because they were in the room every two hours to take blood pressure, or turn me or take blood, there was always something. I was very tired and grumpy so Troy who was also very tired, decided he was going to go home. Which made me there all by myself for 2 days.
These last two days were filled with as much sleep I could get, which wasn’t much. I’ve never been interrupted from sleep that much in years. I couldn’t get up n my chair so I was stuck in bed anyways. Im not used to being stuck in bed because at home im up everyday unless im sick which isn’t often.
The Dr. changed my bandage and my toe looks awesome minus the 8 stitches. It looks good and that’s what’s important. Now to keep it that way….
The day I left was definitely the most stressful day for me. I was update 3 A.M. and couldn’t go back to sleep because they weren’t doing what I needed done. I kept on them but they ignored my request which made for mean Shawna showing her face. They finally got me dressed and now came the scary part, getting in my chair. I know I weight 130 but 2 people should be sufficient. They had some third lady come in a BIG third lady who just kind of threw me into the chair. It was the worse transfer ever. It amazed me that nobody knew how to transfer a quad, hello I cant stand, BTW… It was terrible.
I tried adjusting my chair and self to where I was half way comfortable. It just brought me into a worse mood, but not mad at everyone just select few..
So now im up and my ride, Jo showed up because we’d be able to leave like Dr. said but, apparently there’s no communication from the Dr and nurses.
We still had to be seen by case worker. So she comes in because we needed to set up home health for the IV treatment. Then the caseworker said id would be $65 a day for home health because the meds weren’t fully covered.. The total would’ve been 2,750 total and they wanted $560 before they could do first infusion. We just cant afford that. So my options were to stay in the hospital or drive to Houston everyday for the treatment. Luckily they arranged for me to go to the Houston hospital EVERYDAY for 38 days for antibiotic treatment.
I’m on day 8 so I still have 30 to go, we figured it would be ok, because its only a few minutes away. But going every morning is very inconvenient. it’s a pain in the butt. I have Jo that has taken me everyday but I feel bad because it takes up the whole morning. Jo’s been great to me and taken me and she has enough to worry about because she takes care of her husband. I’m hoping I can find a ride to give Jo a break. I’m working on that.
That’s what’s going on now, just busy mornings…
I’ll see you around. Thanks for reading my experiences…
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