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FrankenArm Journal entries 2/08

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Re-Posted by the13thcynic

December 20, 2008 at 12:40 AM

Feb 20, 2008

I’m handling the pain pretty good now. The first 24 hours sucked ass! first (forgive my lazy punctuation, its a weird hour, I just got up & took Toby out, popped a Soma and a Perc, made a big glass of chocolate milk (Carnation instant breakfast mix) & decided to check the news & internet out while said drugs kicked in, and I’m just 2 dang lazy to do 2 much extra effort typing than I have 2 all one handed) they didn’t figure out I wasn’t responding to the morphine, well, I tried to tell them that, but then again I’d lost my credibility showing up to the hospital in a freakin ambulance and wailing like a banshee & even telling my girls I wanted my mommy! (well, I did). I’d never broke any bone b4 except a toe when I was a teenager…hurt like hell, but shit happens…this one, I watched it happen, HEARD it, then lay there looking at it!
Once I got to the hospital everyone kept screwing around & yak-yakking & wouldn’t give me anything for pain for ever it felt like. I figured I’d get something to take the edge off being in an ambulance & all…nooooo. so they paw my arm around getting a miniature inflatable raft under it, OW. position it, OW. inflate it, OW. squish the raft too see if its inflated, OW. poof it up some more while prodding to test inflatedness, OW. sit me up, OW. try moving it to a more comfortable/natural position for transport so I don’t look like I’m doing a leaning back parade wave; stand up,OW (seriously, these 2 dudes were big & young & could have gotten me up, instead they acted like I was a downed shire! How dare they make me do all the work! I’m injured! Even my oldest daughter said her & C* (both around 5′4″ n 110-120lbs) could have gotten me up and carried me out to the wambulance…maybe with that super-human daughter strength that only comes from seeing your mother injured and carrying on like a crazy cat lady in an animal seizure raid…I know at some point they had to be thinking, ‘fuck pain killers do you have something to shut her up! here! we’ll even carry her out for you slow asses! that ambulance is sound proof ain't it! I’m riding in front! you? sorry, you’re the paramedic, you get back there!’
So I’m boinging all around in the wambulance (you’d think since very sick/injured people are riding in those having serious things done to them they could make them ride a little smoother!) then boinging on a (again, not a smooth ride where one would be a good idea) bed thru the hosp, then being heaved onto another bed…
the morphine did take the very edge off…but that’s it. Then someone finally looked at my medical history and my clenched teeth & pain tremors, & went, ooooohhhh…so then I got Soma (magic) Demerol (heavenly) and my beloved Lortab. that’ll teach em to listen next time I hit the call button every hour on the hour, get the shot of morphine in my IV, and five minutes later call back saying ‘its NOT working!’
then again i don’t plan on being back in there and requiring morphine. sigh. morphine used to be so delightful. how I’ll miss it. wonder if it ever comes back. (I will explain later why morphine wasn’t working on me)
ya, my sponge-bathers I have now, they’re pretty crabby. well, one is crabby the other is in too much of a hurry, lol. C* complains the whole time, S* keeps thinking shes done and N*, my granddaughter, just wants to wash my hair for an hour then drown me rinsing.
Toby is my constant aid tho, lol. He goes to the potty with me, gets a cookie every time I get my drink to take my meds, sleeps by my side along with his ball, a stuffed animal (thank goodness he killed the squeaker in it) and a rawhide chew, he only leaves to greet who ever’s at the door and go potty with who ever’s taking him out for me (I take him a couple times a day since most of the time nobody else is here with me) as soon as he comes back in he does a full tilt running launch onto the bed from the hallway, kisses me, checks that his stuff is still on the bed and finds a spot to curl up, usually under the blankets. I end up with at least 2 of the 3 cats on the bed with me as well.

I have percocet 5’s and soma….I wonder if that’s what the Dr’s would take if they broke their arm like this…I need a professional spongebather, haha, I’m terrified of getting in the shower and slipping or losing my balance. ya, I think I was going for a triple twist landing and miscalculated. I’m probably off the team.

Date: Feb 22, 2008 1:30 AM

I’ve been reading up on bone healing… mostly it just gives me the shudders when they describe the breaking details! But I’m learning some good stuff. Like in 7 years bones completely renew themselves…something like that. And that I should be eating spinach & collard greens with tofu & milk… yum. Lol. Oh, and popping lysine & vitamin C from a pez dispenser.
I can rebuild me. I have the technology, well, my Dr. has the tech- wait, some top secret lab somewhere has the technology, probably in Sweden or London, I will find this place, and they will give to me the power of Grey Skull! I will be better, stronger, faster… able to leap the capital T in a single bound! Maybe I shouldn’t be leaping over stuff, I mean, that’s not smart after just breaking my arm.

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