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Annie : Discharge - Another of life's jokes
Diary entry posted Mon 4:42pm 21 March 2005

Jan 8, 2005 This day, the hospital staff kept on top of my pain really well, which left me staring at the wall (did I mention narcotics and I don't do well together!), and laughing at them when they tried to explain the finer nuances of crutches. I made it 3 feet to a chair where they plopped me for half an hour. I told them several times, that before they discharged me, I needed to have crutch-use on stairs explained, as I have stairs all over my house. My husband was able to visit me a bit this day, but the blizzard was still blowing. The "view" out my window was of the duct-work for the building, so I could see it still snowing, but couldn't tell just how much. My husband went home to blow snow (or try - there was just so much) and I was left in my stupor to contemplate my situation. I did try crutches for about 10 more feet, and once over this box. Geez, I hate those things! I will say, my experience up to this point was very nice, all things considered.

Jan 9, 2005 I woke up this day to find out my husband could not even get here. Our entire neighborhood was snowed in, and the highway that leads to it had not even been plowed. There was no moving for him. At this point, the snow was above the 6'8" heighth of our door out the back onto our deck. Our dogs had no way out to the back yard that way, but managed to plow a little path out another exterior door. This would not have been a major issue to me, except that all of a sudden, the hospital decided it was time for me to go. And that's when my care went directly down hill. Keep in mind, my husband is stranded with no way to get to me. And, he had taken all my personal ID with him assuming he would be back. And, I still had not had any instruction on how to use those blasted crutches on stairs. So, I kept explaining to them that I would have to find some friend who could get through the snow and come get me, with whom I could stay until my husband could get to me, and that I was not leaving the hospital until they figured out how/where to get my pain meds with no ID on a Sunday. I managed to find a really good friend who would come and get me, and take care of me (he just happened to be a retired firefighter/paramedic), and a pharmacy who would take his ID so I could get my meds. So, out I went. As I was sitting in the hallway of the hospital, down walks the physical therapist with a look of shock on his face that I was leaving before he could show me how to use crutches on stairs! Since my friend has loads of stairs in his house, I decided to use the butt-slide method. I was NOT going to fall again. I highly recommend this method to anyone until they really get the crutch thing down! At our dear friend's house, began my recovery period, hoping I would get back to my own house and my husband and daughter (and beloved doggies) soon ...




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