It took everything and then some to get me out. The doctor finally came by to make his observation. It seems that the norm is to be released to a rehab hospital. That means at least one and more like two weeks. No. Nope. I don't want one more day in a hospital. And here it is 1:40 and I am still in my pjs. That wouldn't happen in a rehab hospital as I was told. We would all be up and out of the rooms. Nope.
I do have home health coming to do PT three times a week. She is going to be here in a minute.
The doctor was amazed at my progress. I thought the PT people in the hospital were thinking I wasn't walking like I should, but he said I was blowing the top out of that. I am doing well. My hindrance it really the right knee. It still hurts like crazy. I have to admit, I have surprised myself. I didn't realize just how bad I was before.
Fear does that though. The unknown kept me afraid. I was so afraid of the pain. But I knew I couldn't go on the way it was. I was in such pain. My spirits are soaring now.
Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers. They helped!
Peace
2 comments:
I am so glad you are doing well. PJ's till noon sounds like the way to go too. Getting dressed is a hassle if you aren't going anywhere. Don't overdo now, the decluttering can wait. If you get bored tomorrow, call me.
Be patient and listen to your body. I agree with you--home visits by a therapist means you can sleep and heal better in between sessions.
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