BiLat Newbie with Dr. Schmitt

[hernanu]

Nice report fuzzy!... Snorted some soda water through my nose when I read the Disney comment. Thanks, fuzzy, the bartender was not pleased.

Sounds like your recuperation is going great.

[Two4One]

Hi Mr. 8,

I had the same thing happen to me; I recieved 2 bags of blood.  I guess the bilateral is not for everyone, but like you , I didn't want to go through TWO recoveries.  I am very happy with my  bionic hips and think Dr. Schmitt is wonderful!

Keep up the  good work!

[WTW15]

Fuzzy - hope the bilats are progressing well.  You and all the other bilats are STUDS and make me really think how 'easy' I have it, even in my down times, just having one done.  Hope you are feeling OK!! 

[Two4One]

Wow! EightBall,

It has now been a whole new two weeks since you got those two gosh nabbit OA'd hips of yours all done up like a tin foil Christmas Tree!  How does Cash and Tango Look?  (My beautiful incisions are stunning!.  I went to the pool on Monday and told all my geriatric gentlemen friends they were simply "soon to be stretch marks from my recent growth spurt"!)  I hope this isn't the case for you, but I think the two week point is pretty rough, and at least for me, I was thinking "Hey, where's my great recovery everyone's been blathering on about?"

I'm here to tell you, 8Ball, that the difference between one day and the next, the literal difference between Day 14 and Day 15, can be astounding.  You're coming up on your two week followup appointment with Dr. Schmitt, right?  I'm waiting with baited breath to see what the good doctor has to say to you!

In the meantime, to show the sea change that can happen for you too in just a couple of days, I quoted myself below.  Hang in there, Fuzz!

Wishing you Awesome News From Dr. Schmitt!
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Two4One
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The Cranky Pants Saga- Day 14 Bilateral Recovery Express
« Reply #85 on: January 02, 2012, 06:37:12 AM »

1.2.12 Monday

6am 8mg Pain 6
6:15 to 7:25am  Chair Time, starting Pain 7, 6:45 Pain 7, ending Pain 5

7:25 am - I literally marched with my walker, the front wheels only skimming the floor, not stopping and not resting, defiantly humming a martial tune -  Four laps around our ground floor before depositing myself with a flourish in the Recovery Pod to finish my last bites of grapefruit.  I'm a regular 'Pied Piper for Bichons', Hubs said, as my little Boo jumped up into bed after me for a little Mommy & Me time.

7:40 Pain 5 - 6
8:30 Pain 3

I got out of bed @ 6am and on the deeply wrong side of the bed this morning.  Here's what happened:  Last night after following asleep naturally at 10:45pm, the phone rings and wakes up the house - dog, Hubs, and me!  After that I couldn't fall asleep again, because my beautiful, shiny, new hips wouldn't let me.  I'm a tad grumpy at the idiot who'd call a recovering bilateral hip patient in the middle of the night.  (My Dad) 

I couldn't find the phone because Hubs left it lying in his chair across the tundra of our living room, and I was upset & disoriented.  I had to shout up the stairs and wake the b'ar out of hibernation to come and find my phone.  (It has a walkie talkie ring tone that we're supposed to use for those middle of the night emergencies like food, bathroom breaks, refills of water in your adult sized freakin' sippy cup, etc.) 

Grumpus Adultus found the damn phone and his parting grouse when he clumped back up to his painless, take it for freakin' granted, night of slumber was "Don't wake me up again.  I need to get some sleep!"  Like I don't know that.  What seemed like seconds later, the sound of his snoring that makes dogs bark up and down our street rumbled through the house.

Around 1 am, still not able to fall back asleep, I'm hungry, thirsty, achy, and need to urinate.  I don't have but a swallow of water left, but I'm trying to be so quiet because I don't want to ruin HIS sleep, so I choose not to run the water and rummage through our cabinets. 

My hunger for something, anything, did, however, have to be satisfied.  I made a snack: blueberries, a drizzle of real maple syrup, crushed pecans, and a dollop of Cool Whip.  (One drop, and I mean ONE drop of syrup got on the kitchen linoleum.)  No biggie.  I got cocky, and carried the bowl in one hand and wheeled my walker back to bed with the other hand. 

Disaster struck as my quilt knocked the blueberries, nuts, and so on, to the carpeted living room floor, with the berries seeming to scatter in different directions with individual berry minds of their own, like they were making a run for their berry freedom. 

No way could I pick up this shite with the grabber!  I couldn't bend at the waist, so I chose to lower myself to my knees, in the dark, holding on to the bed and a nearby ledge, going ever so slowly so I don't hurt anything and screw up.  I was still in control.

From my knees, I picked up every berry, every crumble of pecan, every golf ball sized and shaped clumps of Cool Whip, off that carpet, and put it back in the bowl.  Slowly, I reversed and used my core and glutes to keep my spine aligned per 2 week post op protocol, and using one hand to hold the refilled bowl and the other on my bed, I stood!

I got settled back in bed and ate every last drop of food in my bowl.
that I'd scraped off the dirty carpet.  With any luck, my trusty little Bichon Frise, would come downstairs first in the morning and hoover up the no more than 3 speck of 'evidence' on the floor. I slept and woke at 6am on the dot.

No such luck.  Immediately, Hubs growled at me, "What's THIS?", and then said "I'm spotting my first clue",  and further groused, "?" as he went into the living room and spied a single pecan the dog and I had missed.

"What are you, funking Sherlock Holmes?  Congratu - funking- lations!" I replied.

"How many time have I begged you to stay in bed and just fall asleep?  Why do you insist on making yourself something to eat in the middle of the night?  Why? Why?" says Hubs, all like he's the injured party of an  unspeakable marital crime perpetrated by yours truly.

A few pithy expletives later from me, Hubs "Now, just calm down and quit getting up in the night.  For God's sake, just stay put!" 

An artic zone of silence has descended upon our home.  It's still in effect as I sit here, doing Chair Time, eating my bite sized fresh ruby red grapefruit that he prepared and brought me, drinking my Starbucks French Roasted Coffee with real Land o' Lakes Cream he poured me, and darkly ruminating on what an OGRE Hubs is.

« Last Edit: January 02, 2012, 08:57:50 AM by Two4One »

Bilateral BHR Dr. Schmitt 12.20.11

"Grateful for my successful outcome and planning for my healthy, active life."
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Re: The Cranky Pants Saga- Day 14 Bilateral Recovery Express
« Reply #86 on: January 02, 2012, 08:55:25 AM »

1.2.12 cont'

One word, TOAST, with real butter and grape jelly & washed down w/skim milk over ice, with that pure taste satisfaction who can stay cranky???  NO ONE, that's who!

8:45 Pain 2

I'm cozy & warm, basking in the TOAST afterglow.  Hubs is out slogging through two feet of snow with little fluffy white Boo, only his puppy eyes showing like a baby seals' against the drifts. 

Now, Dog's back and on a buzz, running around like a baby Cujo wannabe, jumping up and shaking his wet coat on me!  I'm kicking back listening to the rhythmic sound of Hubs shoveling out the driveway and sidewalk, thinking I'm so lucky he doesn't like to use the neighbor's ear splitting snow blower.  It's a Christmas Card Recovery, and I'm so enjoying getting better.

How's your day going, hippies?  Isn't it cool we are going into the new year with walks, and cleaning, and cooking, and gardening, and swimming, and yoga, and best of all being able to play with the ones we love?

Please bless/vibe/and lift up with best wishes all of us 2nd chancers today, and hold us up in strength, perfect healing, and joy.  Thank you.

Amen

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Bilateral BHR Dr. Schmitt 12.20.11

"Grateful for my successful outcome and planning for my healthy, active life."
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Released- Day 16 Bilateral Recovery Express
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