1988-1986

Lost days--where did they go? Spent Thursday waiting for an operating table--4+ hours while they sorted through their priority, triage debates. Finally sent under around 5pm--awoke two hours later with no memory of where I'd been or done.

Friday went by in a blur--I was alright. No pain or such--only a light soreness that still persists. Can't sleep on my back--have to not put pressure on my left side where the surgery was done.

Today, I'm really achy--getting muscle spasms in my back. Appears to be the ribs acting up--some reverb from the injury. Bummed out since I'm not doing any exercise--looking like I'll not be able to do much for a couple of weeks. I called and set up an appointment for a follow up exam--couldn't get anything sooner than two weeks. That seems like a lifetime for now--a long time to be doing nothing.

I was given a prescription for a drug that is supposed to not be given to people with PD--a demerol type drug (NORCO). Fortunately, I didn't need pain killers--and I had checked for the contraindications that are mentioned in the hospital's release notes.

So much for health safety in a hospital--which by the way was one of the more awful places I've been in. It was noisy and chaotic--with hardly anyone coming by to check on me. 4 hours of laying and waiting--with no information concerning what was going on. I'll never go to that place again--and perhaps will never undergo any more medical procedures.

The nurse who did the discharge--was the only personable human that I encountered during my lengthy wait for treatment. She was very supportive--and keyed in on my declared age and physical conditions. She said that she thought someone had entered the incorrect data about me--that I couldn't possibly be as old as I was declared to be. Her comments were the first  words of hope that I experienced throughout the ordeal--I don't recall her name but I send her my heartfelt thanx...