Hey y'all. Just a note to report that I am doing very well since my rods were removed in Sept. I am walking about a mile and a half each day. There is some pain but it' so minor. 'Sides, it gives me cause to lay down and take it easy. Nothing wrong with that! This was definitely my quickest recovery. The best part was only having to wear a brace for 6 weeks this time.
Nostalgia calling....Since it's fun to look back on 40 years of experience with scoli, I'd like to recall the first time. It was 1969 in the largest hospital in Portland, Maine at the time. I was in the pediatric ward although I was 16. One afternoon, I needed the bedpan. Plaster cast from chin to below hips made it virtually impossible to find the pull cord to call the nurse. I felt along the wall as far as my hands could stretch. To no avail. Finally I located it with my left foot. Grasping it with my toes, I was ultimately able to feed it into my right hand. Oh my God, what a feat! After all that glory I expected a squadron of nurses to swoop through my door-all waving stainless steel pee receptacles built for elephants. Alas, evidently they were consumed in a poker tournament or playing charades in the next zip code. I don't know. ANyway, it was at leeaasst 14 hours before someone finally sent a little 8 year old boy from across the hall over to see what all the moaning was about. Now I look back and remember the blood running from my lip as I told him, no thanks, I'd wait for the nurse.
Hospital horror stories? I've got a few. Anyone else wanna share a laugh?
Nostalgia calling....Since it's fun to look back on 40 years of experience with scoli, I'd like to recall the first time. It was 1969 in the largest hospital in Portland, Maine at the time. I was in the pediatric ward although I was 16. One afternoon, I needed the bedpan. Plaster cast from chin to below hips made it virtually impossible to find the pull cord to call the nurse. I felt along the wall as far as my hands could stretch. To no avail. Finally I located it with my left foot. Grasping it with my toes, I was ultimately able to feed it into my right hand. Oh my God, what a feat! After all that glory I expected a squadron of nurses to swoop through my door-all waving stainless steel pee receptacles built for elephants. Alas, evidently they were consumed in a poker tournament or playing charades in the next zip code. I don't know. ANyway, it was at leeaasst 14 hours before someone finally sent a little 8 year old boy from across the hall over to see what all the moaning was about. Now I look back and remember the blood running from my lip as I told him, no thanks, I'd wait for the nurse.
Hospital horror stories? I've got a few. Anyone else wanna share a laugh?
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