You gotta know I’ll get the ex-drill instructor.
I give ALL the Physical Therapists names of evil characters.
If your new PT is the drill instructor type, may I suggest you call him “R. Lee Ermey.”
My PT in AZ was renamed to “Snidely Whiplash.”
~VOW
Excuse Me? :mad:
I seem to recall Old Granny Hawkins has a fondness for those creatures.
******Doc, dude! Yer killin’ me ******
I had a visit from the Surgeon+entourage. My meals are prescribed by him. So happens the lunch tray was still in my room when he came in. I had him look at it. I told him he was gonna have to change these orders. One chicken wing and a pile of wilted lettuce wasn’t gonna cut it. The diabetic meal plan is obviously for T2 diabetics. I need more calories. He’d just have to trust me. I’ve been feeding myself for many years. I’ve successfully cut out salt in the last couple of months. I know what I can or cannot eat.
The ankle restraints. Hmmm? He has a point there. I’ve been known to do bad things under the influence of sleeping drugs.
He said my incision looks good. I’m pee-ing good.
The PT people came. ‘Hilda Svengarde’ is not gonna be easily fooled. I fear. Yes, I fear.:eek:
She had me stand up from the bed. Then she lowered the bed and had me ‘try’ to stand up from there. Couldn’t do it.
She showed me how to put my hands behind me and push up the same time I stood up from my thighs. It hurt, but it worked.
I’m afraid my lazy-butt existence has ended. :smack:
I’m pretty much wiped out today. All I really wanna do is sleep. People keep poking and prodding and trying to ask too many questions.
Nap time again:
…ZzzzzzzZzzzz…
(:))
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Kenobi-in my drug addled brain at first I thought your post #163 was professing your undying love for me.
:(.
I was thinking of ways to let you down easily and not ruin your life.
Yep, that’s my brain on drugs!
Glad to hear that Pancho was evicted successfully, and you and Lefty are recovering well. Take it easy, enjoy the pain meds while you’ve got 'em, and think peacefully of the Meezers. 
This is going to sound odd, but lordy do I empathize. There must be a condition called post-procedure piss anxiety or something like that. Once they stop monkeying about with your waterworks it’s amazing how focused you become. FWIW I had my 3 month post-bladder-cancer-op check-up yesterday (camera up… you know?) - so that whole thing about Can I? and How much is this going to hurt? is very fresh in my mind. So I’m glad you’re peeing good. These things are important!
I hope the food improves. But it’s a hospital, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed. 
j
I asked the surgeon about Pancho. He said the little fiend was very, very sick. Lots of calcification.
He sent samples to the lab. But he was sure it was benign results of chronic infection.
Too bad you’re probably not going to get the little beast back to kill with fire. 
I have a veal kidney in a jar of moonshine at home. Imma freak 'em out when I get home.
Yep, yep I’m evil like that.
I shall have to learn to live with eternal heartbreak and disappointment, but thank you for being kind.
hugs
So what did the surgeon say about the paltry portions? Is he going to talk to the dietician, or do you have to do that? You’d think–well, I’d think–a dietician would recognize that not all diabetic patients are T2’s. I think I read somewhere once that T1’s tend to be thin. Is that accurate?
Anyway, let me know if I need to come down there with a big pot of chicken cacciatore (no noodles).
Nellie, the surgeon rewrote orders. I will recieve more food tonight.
The way my tummy feels, at the moment, I’m rethinking the wisdom of kicking up a fuss.
Just another example of my extraordinary bad luck :smack:
(Every T1 I’ve ever known was skinny. YMMV)
“Benign” is a truly excellent word.
Now go back to sleep, if they’ll let you!
All this sleeping is cutting into my insomniac lifestyle.
This must not go on.
I won’t have it, I tell you what!!
>>>>Another fine mess <<<<
Dinner was more food, at least.
A sort of meatloaf. Mashed potatoes. Green peas. Roll. Dessert was a lovely green jello with carrots (not kidding at all). It was kinda okay.
I was feeling kinda cruddy. I buzzed the night nurse and told her I needed to pee and clean up alittle. I managed to wash my face and brush my teeth. That was all. I’ll need a few more days. I think.
My hair is a terror. The lil’wrekker brushed it out some.
Yep. I’m in a fine mess.
beck: who needs a bath.
Beck are you still on the strong antibiotics? Or did Pancho’s eviction eliminate the need for them?
Didn’t take PT long to put you to work. It’ll be hard for awhile. Painful. But the final outcome to fully recover is worth it.
I’m speaking from personal experience. Rehab after knee surgery pushed me to my pain limits and beyond. I wanted to throw away my cane and finally did! 
I had used a cane for almost 2 years before my surgery. Had to relearn my balance and rebuild my strength. I owe rehab and my therapists so much for putting up with my frustrations and bad days.
It sounds like you’re getting more food. Thankfully the doc acted on your request for a diet change.
You can send Lil Wrekker out for a better meal. Legit food that a T1 can safely eat.
I am still on IV antibiotics.