As I continue to mend from my now week-old surgery for hip joint replacement, I am ever so grateful to be among the living. I don’t want to exaggerage, but my old nemesis anesthesia did it again. That is…it caused problems.
The Anesthetist inserted the epidural needle too far, entering the spinal cavity and causing me paralysis on Thursday last (op day). They realized the mistake late Thursday afternoon when I could not move any part of my lower body. Yes, it was awful.
I am still weak as a kitten, but have been able to do PT every day. I have mostly been laid low by the after affects of a urinary tract asleep too long and catheterized, which developed an infection leading eventually to the passage of blood clots. This complication added one more med to my growing list of meds.
My GP wanted a urine sample so his nurse suggested I hop in my car and drive out to McLean to their office to deliver it. Duh.
I, on the other hand, arranged for the GP’s office to fax a physician’s order to the lab of the visiting nurse who will deliver the urine sample to the lab which will analyze it and then fax results to Dr. Lessin later this afternoon. The receptionist, a young control freak, was not happy with this arrangement, but Victor called last night to inform me he had received the orders and would procede as planned today.
Meanwhile, my GP who has known me since he set up his practice 30 years ago and trusts my judgement, ordered a prescription for Ciprofloxin from my pharmacist. The urine check today will verify Cipro is stong enough to deal with an infection acquired at the hospital via a catherter.
UTI almost in hand, I have been coping with issues caused by a bowel asleep at the switch for too long. This is an old nightmare for me. My Mom died from a blocked bowel which burst and led to perontonitis. I won’t go into all the steps I have taken to avoid this misery, but let me say prune juice is my new best friend, along with good old cranberry juice.
I wasn’t able to do my PT yesterday, and today will be a mere shadow of what I did Wednesday, but things are moving along. Hopfully, the movement will become an upward trend. The old sobriquet, “The operation was a success, but the patient died,” will not become my epitaph.