well, last nite, i fell off a 4' embankment and broke my hip. 911 came right away, and the ambulance took me to st. mary's hospital in rochester. the fall occured in rochester as we were there for pete's mother's appointment. we decided to stay the night because the car started to overheat, and pete didn't wanna take a chance on geting stuck out in the middle of nowhere. so we took a hotel room @ the super8. across the street was a superAmerica gas station, which is where i went at 1130 to get a pack of smokes. they weren't open. so i turned north and started walking towards the kwik trip. as i got near the end of the superAmerica property, i saw some sort of pole in my path, and i went to step over it, and that's when i fell about 4'. it was the edge of the property, an embankment. i must have hit my hip as i fell. but i tell ya, once i was down, i tried to get up, but kept falling back down. i knew something wasn't right. thank god i had my cell on me. so i called 911, and they got to me really quick. they took me to st. mary's hospital, where i had been hospitalized when i had renal failure last april. i was rather happy that i was returning to a hospital that agreed with me.; they hand out laptops to the patients. and provide free wireless in the bldg. so i was always a happy camper while i was there, and had no argument against going there again. only this time, i was in severe pain. they shot me up with some real wicked shit for pain, morphine. by the time i got to the hospital, i was happy. they took xrays immediately, and i was told by one of the staff that i had broken my hip. i saw the doctor about an hour later, who confirmed the staff member's story. telling me that because the break happened in such a way as to preclude putting a pin in there, they were going to have to do a total hip replacement. my jaw dropped. just what i needed. but what could i say, NO? i couldn't walk, much less stand up right. so, i had no choice but to agree to the procedure. they were hoping to get my INR down from the 2.4 it was at, after all the time & meds i took to finally get to 2.4. now they wanted me to repeat the numbers i had when i first started coumadin. i understood, and went along with what they wanted to do. i was admitted, to the mary bligh bldg, 7th floor, in 709. a private room. and was confined to bed. i couldn't move anyway so there was no need to feel bad because i couldn't go walking around. i sure could use a cigarette tho. anyway, it's almost 20:00.
see, they were telling me from 3am on, that they were going to do the surgery on friday. well, that didn't happen. and because everybody thought it was, they kept me from eating naything. until i had enough, and was literally starvin. they finally acquieced to the fact that there wasn't going to be any surgery until the INR came down within a range they felt comfortable with. needless to say, it is going to take some effort and time to get that damn INR where they want it. trust me, i've gone through the motions of playing darts with the INR. so, i'm stuck in this hospital bed, thank god with a laptop. wondering what to expect on saturday. i'm hoping that once the surgery is done, i'll be able to move better. supposedly, it's going to take a lot of time, effort, hardwork with OT and PT. in essence, i'm gonna have to learn to walk again. great. just what i needed. what i'm hoping for is this to cause for a continuance in my trial. or at least gain some much needed sympathy from the CA. and we can come to an agreement to avoid trial altogether. that would have to include house arrest.
see, they were telling me from 3am on, that they were going to do the surgery on friday. well, that didn't happen. and because everybody thought it was, they kept me from eating naything. until i had enough, and was literally starvin. they finally acquieced to the fact that there wasn't going to be any surgery until the INR came down within a range they felt comfortable with. needless to say, it is going to take some effort and time to get that damn INR where they want it. trust me, i've gone through the motions of playing darts with the INR. so, i'm stuck in this hospital bed, thank god with a laptop. wondering what to expect on saturday. i'm hoping that once the surgery is done, i'll be able to move better. supposedly, it's going to take a lot of time, effort, hardwork with OT and PT. in essence, i'm gonna have to learn to walk again. great. just what i needed. what i'm hoping for is this to cause for a continuance in my trial. or at least gain some much needed sympathy from the CA. and we can come to an agreement to avoid trial altogether. that would have to include house arrest.
