Once upon a time in a galaxy so very far away, I ran away from my problems because I had two very excellent knees and in space you never hear anyone scream. Per my last short post, I managed to tear the medial ligament after surgery and while still at the hospital. So, back to surgery I went. There wasn’t much they could do rehab-wise so I went home in a wheelchair and an immovable brace on my leg that even the gods could not remove. I fell on my butt one evening and insisted RM call 911 to get a couple of sweet firemen to the house to pick me up. It was lovely. They both came for dinner a few nights later in my dreams.
Next day the visiting nurse called my surgeon’s on call service and the next day I was back in the hospital with an infected knee and a screw loose. However, not just one infection did I have, but, three. Yes. Three infections which required I.V. antibiotics and total bed rest.
This time I am wearing a brace that allows some movement and I don’t have that nasty old, cadaver ligament or loose screw. I am living in a skilled nursing rehab facility near home. I have been here a week and I am bored as one of the therapists who duck tapes phone books all day. I have Wifi, my own room, direct TV, fuzzy pink dice on my wheelchair, narcotics for pain, and I’m waited on day and night. It is believed that I will be here for 6 to 8 weeks. If it had a pool or was on the beach I would be here for several months. And, my doctor here at Club Med is some cutie who is on a local TV station every week. Then there’s my night nurse. but let’s not go into that right now.
Okay, it’s bedtime for me me now. As soon the weather is nice enough I’m inviting Stalkingdog to come by for a visit. Until then, la, la, la, la, la.. Talk to you later…..