I’ll bet it tasted like ass.
My gf makes a delicious liver stroganoff using sliced turkey livers. Mmmmmmm. But you’d have known if it was liver.
where’s my tiny violin?
Hilda put me through my paces this morning. I’ve just recovered.
I go many frown-y faces from her card.
I jerked my top up and let her see my incision with IDK? 50 effing staples and my gigantic shingles rash right above. All my Borg implants. She pretends to wipe a fake tear from her eye. And hollers “10 more”
I never wanted to slap-a-bitch so bad.
I told DIL, on her.
I fear for my life tomorrow.
b.
“Ve heff vays uff makink you schveat und cry, Frau Beck.”
If it’s that bad, I would be asking Hilda which letter of NO she is having difficulty with.
I’m sure Mooooom could send Roxy over to explain things to her.
So you got a yellow card? In soccer that’s not a good thing.
I wish I had Hilda. When I was in PT a couple of years ago, I had a cute young thing who was also a marathoner; she got it; kept having to pull the reins on me to not do too much too soon. I overcooked my sprain yesterday. It was ‘swolled’ up again last night. 
**Spidey **, I wish you had Hilda too.
Beck, PT does get easier after a few days. You’ll know what to expect and it should be less painful as the incision heals.
It’ll never be fun but it gets more manageable.
Blame our insurance. They only allow so many days coverage. But even that is based on the reports PT fills out. A insurance case manager you never meet decides if you’re making progress and when it’s time to stop coverage.
Beck vs Hilda.
Hilda was not so scream-y this morning. My CGM monitor alarmed while I was in there. Hilda was right there with orange juice and sugar cubes. She knows her stuff.
I got my excercise done, walked the track and came back to the cell…erm…hospital room.
I feel like we’ve made progress.
b.
Are you on Coronavirus lockdown yet?
We were just notified the care facility in Cabot is on lockdown. No visitors. I can’t even drop off clean laundry at the front door for my uncle.
He was occasionally ordering food from Bite Squad. That’s finished now. My uncle doesn’t like the food at the care facility. He’ll skip meals now. 
It’s just freaking crazy.
Oh, I should have mentioned my uncle is on the rehab ward. He’ll be there at least another month.
Cool!
I’m curious though. Is the PT because of the pain/debilitation caused by the surgery?
I had complications when I had my gallbladder removed years ago and was discharged barely able to get out of bed. There was never any suggestion of PT. Is your recovery more complicated due to diabetes?
Having major surgery makes the body pissed off to the max.
The body doesn’t do well with pissed off, at all.
Your natural inclination when hit with the freight train of pain that the Pissed-Off body produces, is to curl in a ball, cease moving, and to yell at people.
If you follow the Pissed-Off body’s directions, you can develop blood clots, bowels not working, pneumonia, and eventual muscle atrophy.
This happens to everybody, Diabetic or not.
However, the consequences of not moving (pneumonia, etc) are much more catastrophic for the Diabetic.
PT is an extremely necessary evil.
~VOW
^^Yes. I’m less than an ideal patient. I don’t heal easily.
I live in a remote place and the Surgeon didn’t want me going home and getting in trouble and be far away from care.
I coulda put up a fight and probably got sent home and had PT come to me. This just seemed easier.
I’m rethinking the wisdom of that. This recuperation center is on virtual lock-down because of COVID. Its considered a high risk place. They are checking fevers at the door. More handwashing is going on.
That’s beck…epic bad luck!
Home healthcare will probably take a hit next. All their nurses will probably be drafted for in-hospital patient care.
Mr VOW “graduated” from Home Health Care earlier this week. (According to him, he was “honorably discharged.” Of course.) One of his nurses was squirting hand sanitizer on her fingers every time she turned around.
I praise home healthcare to the skies. But their workforce would be extremely vulnerable to exposure, and in some cases they might even end up as carriers.
~VOW
I guess you’ve lost strength in the past few months? I remember that you posted about being constantly feverish before surgery.
You’ve gone through a lot. It takes a toll on anyone’s strength.
If it weren’t for bad bad bad luck… eh?
Look at it this way: PT sucks, you’re away from home, Hilda is a nasty bitch.
OTOH, you’re up and about, you’re getting stronger, and you should be home sooner rather than later. That bastard Pancho, meanwhile, is pushing up daisies. 
When i had my wrist surgery, the first few days were excruciating - due in part to the fact that they didn’t splint it in the right way (it offered no support for the wrist at all). When I saw the doc for a followup a couple days after, he reminded me I could take a slightly higher dose of the Percocet or whatever it was - and actually wrote me a refill.
I had no intention of filling it… until my first visit with the OT after the cast itself came off. That process was one of two times in my adult life where I was in tears from the pain (and that was just making the splint!!). She said the initial sessions would be pretty unpleasant.
I filled that scrip the next day (wound up not needing it… but I was down to 1 tablet left in the original bottle).
Beck: I would genuinely suggest writing a letter of complaint. Hideous Hilda’s treatment of your being late for no fault of your own, when you WERE NOT AMBULATORY, crosses a line - as did their treatment of your literal inability to cross the damn room.
Yeah, she has to be tough - but brutality is not the same as tough love, and frankly they aren’t always right: my husband heard a tale of someone, either from a coworker or one of his therapists, of a patient who’d had knee surgery and was told “don’t do X”. The therapist insisted on doing X in a session. The patient required additional surgery to correct the therapist’s mistake.
On the plus side: Hilda must die. And you must get better in order to do this with your bare hands. How’s that for an incentive?
Can Beck cheat on PT?
Hilda left instructions for weekend PT. “Walk the halls”
This is so against my nature.
I’m to sign a sheet everytime I walk. It’s on the honor system. I have a feeling she has spy cameras everywhere.
I’m thinking the cameras are at the turns. I’m trying to figure out how to scam this system. I just walked 2 corridors looking for tell-tale signs of camera locations. Not successful. At. All.
Dang it. I’m gonna move over to the 3rd corridor after my supper. No one else walks at that time. I should be able to fake rest stops at certain places, so as to look carefully for the hidden cameras. I know they are there.
Am I stir crazy? Why do you ask?
The lil’wrekker came and brought me an adult coloring book. Ok, this is the weirdest activity I have ever partaken in.
If I could just get my newspapers. I miss my crossword puzzles.
b. Conspiracy theorist coloring my book!