Went to my Ortho appointment this morning and not only were we home by 11:30 (there are people around who've had morning appointments and not gotten home until 4 or 5), but also I can now 'weight bear as tolerated' on the right leg.
This is good news. It was a bit of an anti-climax when I got home of course, because it doesn't mean anything immediate - it's just the go ahead for the next stage of slow rehabilitation. (Oh, and this decision was based on the x-rays done two weeks ago, which means if they'd been reviewed while I was an inpatient, like I tried to get them to do, I'd have had an easier time of it all since getting home...but nevermind...).
So I got home feeling chirpy and then felt at a bit of a loss. But I'm okay again now. Mmm. Coffee!
I'll probably be getting a bit more pain as I increase activity, although this had already started happenning over the last few days because I was getting more and more toey about not doing stuff and therefore more inclined to be adventurous and take risks.
One's perspective on adventure changes of course. "Adventurous" meant walking to the clothesline over grass. I don't know if I mentioned that they had an obstacle course in rehab, and the day I found out I was likely to be around for another week I went to physio and asked to have a go on it because I was feeling all grumpy and needed some fun.
It's actually designed for amputees, they have to complete it before going home and it even includes a set of tram steps of the old, steep style, leading up to a tram seat. (Very cute actually).
Apart from the curious little play tram with its steps, you wouldn't notice it was an obstacle course unless you were an amputee or someone like me. It doesn't help that it's called a "mobility garden". It's a series of different path surfaces with a practice drain to negotiate, a bit of train/tram track, and wooden decking. But seriously, when you're in that state it's an OBSTACLE COURSE, no more no less and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Mobility garden my arse.
I just digressed, lost in a reverie of how much fun I had that afternoon on the obstacle course and thinking it might be fun to navigate my way to the clothes line again, or possibly behind the armchair next to me to the stationery shelf...I could take sandwiches....
But now I'm back and I've just had a look at a CD of x-rays, including the one of the fracture before traction and I no longer feel bad about screaming:( cut for the squeamish )
Also, not only can you see my knickers, you can see am impressive amount of further detail beyond my knickers to the point that I'm not going to be waving them around.
Not knickers, not x-ray.
Today's reviewing orthopaedic surgeon was the worst one yet in terms of bedside manner, I can only assume he'd had a really shit morning. Plus a personality bypass and humourectomy.
I have come to the conclusion that orthos only come alive in emergency when you're screaming your head off. Then they look right in your eyes and tell you what's happening and what needs to happen and they ask for your trust and you hand it over willingly. They'll use your first name like they've known you all your life. They also pat you a lot in a manner that I, for one, found very reassuring, although it's since been pointed out to me that that's how they check the rest of your bones for breaks as well.
And once it's all over, they're gone. You will see them, they'll turn up to check on your progress, but they'll never look you deep in the eyes again, never run their hands over you with reassuring confidence like they did on that night that was like no other. And now you're Patient Noodles with #rfemur and elastoplast allergy, not Splozza whose jokes are hilarious and religious views are entirely profound.
Strange creatures indeed.