For now, no flip flops

Matt beat me to the blogging punch by writing about our latest adventure.  Unfortunately, adventure sounds rather romantic, making it the wrong word to use, because it wasn't even close.  He said that he'd let me blog about my version of the story, but his is rather accurate, so I'll spare you a repeat of  the unfortunate details.  But, can I tell you that having the biggest long bone in your body (that's the femur) broken in two (or in my case 7) does not feel good when it is moved?  The pain goes beyond description, and even though I have never experienced it, I am quite sure it is worse than labor.  And since the emergency peeps had to carry me out, there was definitely a lot of movement.  And while I had the displeasure of experiencing the pain (which when all was said and done still hurt like hell after 30 mg of morphine), Matt got to experience my screams of pain which I'm quite sure were not pretty to listen to.  Thank you so much to my man for keeping calm, getting help, and providing what comfort was possible during those hours which seemed like an eternity.

After the accident, I got to spend 4 days in the hospital.  Much to my relief, I was transferred to Kaiser from Loma Linda, in the middle of the first night.  My frantic call to my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Sean, at 1 am, expedited my transfer.  At LLU ER, I feared that every doc that came to my bedside was an overeager intern, ready to slice me open on the spot.  Of note: yes, I do have a personal orthopod who has placed extra metal in my body on two separate occasions now.  Everyone jokes that I am becoming the bionic woman; my question is, will that rod beep when I go through the airport security?   Most disturbing of my hospital stay?  Little old ladies were passing me when making hall rounds with our walkers.  There is definitely something wrong with that.

I was able to come home on Monday night.  Matt and I discovered that stairs were out of the question -- no lifting, supportive efforts, or walkers could help me traverse, without severe pain, the meer 3 stairs between bathroom/bedroom and living room/kitchen.  So I chose the lesser of the two evils, where rest and bed (which is about all I can do anyway) and easy access to my bathroom are available. So now, I have to rely on others to bring me food (and somehow I didn't relish the thought of using a commode anyway).

This morning, Dr. Sean did nothing to shed hope on how long this situation will last.  Non (or bare minimum) weightbearing for the first 8-12 weeks and crutches or a walker for at least 3 months.  Some may relish the excuse to become sedentary and fat, but not me.

So, thank you to all of my wonderful caregivers.  From the docs, nurses, and other hospital and emergency personnel who rescued me, answered my questions and my call light, and gave me those fabulous drugs.  To my dear friends and family who have sat at my bedside, kept me company, called, texted, emailed and facebooked, cooked, cleaned and helped me out in too many numerous ways to mention.  An extra special thank you to Matt for doing all of the above, and for staying by my side, caring about and for me, and for loving me.  There is nothing I can say that can express how glad I am that you are in my life.