11-25-2009, 09:00 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
For the past nine months, my father has had shooting pains in his legs. It happened after he spent interminable hours on a plane. He disembarked and the pain commenced. He went through months of what is causing the pain game with the hospital. They tried all sorts of things including a cortisone shot to the spine which hurt like hell.
They eventually opted for surgery on his spine. From the MRI, they determined some his vertebrae were just a little too close to each other. He was going to put it off until after the holidays and a planned cruise to everywhere, but the pain became too intense and he opted for the first available operating theater. This was last Thursday. It was supposed to be an outpatient procedure. Ha. Ha. Ha.
It turns out Dad had a little more calcification than they had planned. They had two surgeons working on him at the same time during the procedure. He had a little congestive heart failure during the procedure and he had more cardiac problems in the recovery room. Fun. They kept him. They put him on a self administering morphine drip. He maxed it out every hour. He called my sister, Stephanie saying he'd been kidnapped. He also reported being stuck on the ceiling. One night, he hung out at the nurse station telling his life story.
He went home today. He's too healthy for physical therapy, but still will be spending time sleeping in a hospital bed on the lower floors.
The good news, no more pain in the legs. But damn is his back killing him.
For the past nine months, my father has had shooting pains in his legs. It happened after he spent interminable hours on a plane. He disembarked and the pain commenced. He went through months of what is causing the pain game with the hospital. They tried all sorts of things including a cortisone shot to the spine which hurt like hell.
They eventually opted for surgery on his spine. From the MRI, they determined some his vertebrae were just a little too close to each other. He was going to put it off until after the holidays and a planned cruise to everywhere, but the pain became too intense and he opted for the first available operating theater. This was last Thursday. It was supposed to be an outpatient procedure. Ha. Ha. Ha.
It turns out Dad had a little more calcification than they had planned. They had two surgeons working on him at the same time during the procedure. He had a little congestive heart failure during the procedure and he had more cardiac problems in the recovery room. Fun. They kept him. They put him on a self administering morphine drip. He maxed it out every hour. He called my sister, Stephanie saying he'd been kidnapped. He also reported being stuck on the ceiling. One night, he hung out at the nurse station telling his life story.
He went home today. He's too healthy for physical therapy, but still will be spending time sleeping in a hospital bed on the lower floors.
The good news, no more pain in the legs. But damn is his back killing him.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit