Got the stitches out!
Apr. 3rd, 2018 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
periegesisYup, just some tape over the nascent scars. I'm also allowed to put full weight on the foot without that stupid, abominable CAM boot. In physical therapy this evening, I think I got at least 75%. It's not used to being stood on anymore. And my brain still won't let me bend my knee, during. Still, it's progress. It should be less sore in a couple days. Maybe I'll be able to use the pain pills less often and completely stop in a couple weeks. (Especially since the orthopedic doctor confirmed I'm allowed to have naproxen. Maybe finally I'll get some relief for my hips and fingers. The oxy doesn't touch that.)
So that happened this morning, then my mom and I went to Panera and I somehow managed not to kill myself with the crutches, either by breaking my head open falling or impaling myself on the things, and then back to the rehab facility for the nap of all naps. I'm pretty sure I was literally the last person to have physical therapy today--the physical therapists normally leave at 6:30, which was when my IV finally got done. (They put it off, from some combination of me being asleep and the nurses not being properly notified that I'd come back. Seriously, the internal communication systems here are completely FUBAR. It's usually better to wheel yourself to the medcart than ring the callbell, if you want the nurse and not the CNA. My food orders only got sorted this fucking morning. I've been here 12 days. But of all days to finally get more than half a breakfast, today was the day I needed it most.)
But that got sorted, I managed not to have a full meltdown in a Panera (it was a close call. damn the crutches), I got to eat an excellent sandwich and a decent bowl of soup (the Bistro French Onion is much improved by lemon), and I'm back here safely and with no more plastic embedded in my skin. I'm allowed to shower without my foot wrapped, so I'm going to arrange for that to happen--I missed my scheduled shower because of the expedition today. I'm going to see when they can fit me in for that. We didn't manage to go shopping, but I'd still call it a success.
So that happened this morning, then my mom and I went to Panera and I somehow managed not to kill myself with the crutches, either by breaking my head open falling or impaling myself on the things, and then back to the rehab facility for the nap of all naps. I'm pretty sure I was literally the last person to have physical therapy today--the physical therapists normally leave at 6:30, which was when my IV finally got done. (They put it off, from some combination of me being asleep and the nurses not being properly notified that I'd come back. Seriously, the internal communication systems here are completely FUBAR. It's usually better to wheel yourself to the medcart than ring the callbell, if you want the nurse and not the CNA. My food orders only got sorted this fucking morning. I've been here 12 days. But of all days to finally get more than half a breakfast, today was the day I needed it most.)
But that got sorted, I managed not to have a full meltdown in a Panera (it was a close call. damn the crutches), I got to eat an excellent sandwich and a decent bowl of soup (the Bistro French Onion is much improved by lemon), and I'm back here safely and with no more plastic embedded in my skin. I'm allowed to shower without my foot wrapped, so I'm going to arrange for that to happen--I missed my scheduled shower because of the expedition today. I'm going to see when they can fit me in for that. We didn't manage to go shopping, but I'd still call it a success.
