Back In the Saddle Again

Oh, I mean back in the big boy bed again at the sub-acute to heal and do PT...Room 228 and my new phone is 908-222-5152.

Not that the hospital wasn't a great place if one has been hit by a bus (or feels that way). The longer I hang out there, the worse it can be...I came back to rehab with various rashes and fungus' (fungi)?

I tried to have Mrs. "C" take a picture of Stumpy, but she said it is too gross, no one would want to see it. Youse guys should let me know that you all would love to see the damage, you do right?

Before I close, I wanted to wish belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my faithful reader, Tess.



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So Many Commercials, So Little Time

As you know I watch a lot of TV and I like commercials. Sometimes though they confuse me.

For example, the ads for Cialis. In every one, the couples end up in separate bathtubs. Sometimes on the beach, sometimes in the woods.

This raises a question, "Where do the tubs come from?"

Now if I have to drop a pair of tubs around like that, well VIVA VIAGRA!

I have been here a week, the stump is debrided, the intravenous antibiotics are about finished, the hyperbaric therapy has started (the ear pain during the oxygen level changes is excruciating so they are putting in tubes so I can continue, of course...)




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...SIGH...

Greetings from the Stardust Ballroom on the 5th floor in JFK Hospital in scenic downtown Edison, NJ...sigh...

Nope, actually it is the same boring room in various shades of beige and yellow that I always wind up in...sigh...

I guess you can tell I am a little bummed today.

Most of the nurses, pretty or not, treat my stump ("Stumpey" to close friends) like it was a day-old half-price pot roast at Stop & Shop; but my night nurse was so kind and gentle when she changed the dressing that I hardly screamed.

Adding insult to injury, no good drugs this time. Last time I had Morphine, opiate patches, Dilaudid and Oxycodin (party on!). I remember having some awesome hallucinations. My doctor realized it was too much when I kept trying to hang up the remote on the phone receiver after "talking" to my friend, Mr. Mopey. This time since I am not having major surgery, I can only have Percocet. Something like the "M & M'S" of pain drugs.

I passed the criteria qualifying me for my first hyperbaric treatment yesterday and it was weird. Today they cancelled it. So check the schedule if you want to see a near nekkid fat guy in a glass box and stop by!



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New Development

Yesterday morning it was the usual stump check at the wound center...got there at 11:00. At noon, the doc decides that: Yes, the stump is infected and I will be admitted back into JFK Hospital to have intravenous antibiotics and debridement of the skin flap. I have to go under anesthesia for this since it will be quite painful. What a surprise. Hmmm, maybe we can be reacquainted with Mr. Morphine...

After a discussion of how we can save the knee, which I brought up, I asked for treatment in a hyper-baric chamber to promote the healing. This is now up for consideration.

Finally got into a room (5317, play this number)at 3:00. And since EVERYTHING here takes forever to be processed, I will probably be here for a while. My new phone is 732-321-7846.


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Happy Birthday USA!

I hope youse all had a happy and safe 4th of July, surviving with all your fingers, arms, etc.

Holy Heat Wave, its hot! I am not allowed to take a shower because of the wound, but "necessity is the mother of invention." I grab a bar of soap and get uncomfortably close to another fat guy and lather up...I then spritz myself with deodorant. It takes but a few minutes and keeps me "fresh as a daisy."

Good news on the head case scene to share: My psychologist says I am making great progress on my phobias. She still has some work to do on my fear of baked chicken. I know, one day at a time.

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