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gypsies, tramps and weaves
Oct. 30th, 2023 03:23 pmvIt’s 3PM on Monday. My surgery was at 10AM on Saturday. My right leg has gotten some movement back. I can slightly bend the knee, wiggle my toes and tap my foot. My left leg not so much. I can bend it at the ankle and wiggle the toes a touch. That’s pretty much it. Much like my time with the other hospital I have been visited by an endless stream of people. Nurses, doctors, assistance, interns, students.
The only two that matter to me is the physical therapist and Raleigh Infectious Disease. Those are the folks that are going to dictate my future. They both tried to build me up and instill some confidence in me but right now that’s a tough road to navigate. I told physical therapy yesterday I wanted my treatments at home but ultimately realized that was a bad idea. I think the plan is for me to stay in this boring ass room waiting for blood cultures and tests for another day or two. Then if a room opens up I’ll go down the floor to the physical therapy portion of the hospital. From what I understand that will be my life for the next 1 to 8 weeks.(nobody wants to give me an estimate. I understand the liability aspect but even off the record no one will give me a solid idea of what they think). I hope the fact that I had Mersa means I get a room to myself. I don’t want to do physical therapy, and then spend the night with some asshole I don’t know. I can’t bear the thought of being away from Erica and Maxwell J any longer.
The only two that matter to me is the physical therapist and Raleigh Infectious Disease. Those are the folks that are going to dictate my future. They both tried to build me up and instill some confidence in me but right now that’s a tough road to navigate. I told physical therapy yesterday I wanted my treatments at home but ultimately realized that was a bad idea. I think the plan is for me to stay in this boring ass room waiting for blood cultures and tests for another day or two. Then if a room opens up I’ll go down the floor to the physical therapy portion of the hospital. From what I understand that will be my life for the next 1 to 8 weeks.(nobody wants to give me an estimate. I understand the liability aspect but even off the record no one will give me a solid idea of what they think). I hope the fact that I had Mersa means I get a room to myself. I don’t want to do physical therapy, and then spend the night with some asshole I don’t know. I can’t bear the thought of being away from Erica and Maxwell J any longer.