Category Archives: pain
Time for an update:
My 20 year old had surgery Wednesday and came home with a 7-8 in incision and a smaller incision holding a drainage tube. The larger incision was to repair a hernia and the second to remove and/or drain a hydro cell. He has never had to experience this type of healing pain before…BUT I HAVE! Being my independent son he has tried to refuse my help…yet I have stepped into the role of nurse…using stealth mode naturally!
How? A Mother’s Surgical Precision…that’s how!
The routine prescription dosing
The semi-forceful reminders to drink fluids and eat something
The occasional arm and shoulder for balance
The peeking in to check on him as he lays in bed watching TV and sleeps
The adjustment to schedules dictated by surgeons
The simple presence in his room to watch a movie with him
The running to the store when a special request of food when he finally realizes he is hungry
The providing of straws to assist in fluid intake due to lack of movement
Moms…you know the drill! The things we do for our children often go unseen. He was on the phone yesterday and I heard him say “No!…she has not had to lift a finger. I can get in and out of bed and walk down the stairs already.” ( with someone right there to maintain balance and talk softly to him as he pauses against the wall or doorframe from the pain) This morning we are going to one of the surgeons to have her check the drainage tube. “Goody!” This means I drive up to the front door and help him out…get back in the car and go park…walk through the parking deck and maneuver through the catacombs of hallways and elevators to retrieve him and help him to the surgeons office…then reverse the procedure to get him back in the car and home. “Oh! Did I mention the thunderstorms this morning?”
I counted the trips up and down the stairs yesterday and…well… I stopped counting at 25 sets. After a day of walking the halls of the hospital and the stairs yesterday I figure I have walked quite a distance. “My poor legs throbbed last night!” My son is to stay virtually quiet…in one place…with no activity. This medical demand has been placed on the son who has always been on the go…a social butterfly of sorts…going to the courts to shoot hoops, helping friends move, landscaping and minor construction… “Yep! Being still is real easy for him!”
My favorite remark came from him yesterday when he told me I did not know the type of pain he was feeling… His brother quickly jumped to my rescue and said…”Hey Dude! Mom had three c-sections I think she understands.” ( Someone stands up for Mom…’bout time!). just kidding!
I hear movement upstairs and I checked my clock. I need to get myself ready so that I can quietly, behind the scenes, manipulate my son into the car. This is going to be fun! No really! “I can’t seem to convince myself of this fact.” I do know it hurts and how your body in stiff and painful all over because of trying to move without pulling the incision areas. “It ain’t easy!” I have had to hide my tears for my son as he holds his breath in painful gasps. I truly know that feeling. I am hopeful to hear some good news this morning.
So as I close my number two son has just checked in and is upstairs to help his little brother. I mentioned helping him change into a pair of shorts for the trip to the doctors. I am off to initiate stealth mode and begin my day as a practicing nurse and help my son heal using “A Mother’s Surgical Precision”!
Have a great day!
The End Of Another Week…Finally!
It has been a over exhaustive-confusing-political run around-red tape-medical jargon filled week.
Just a couple of hurdles left to jump today…(doing the dance of joy!!!)
With all the hurdles jumped this week it is a wonder I am not in more pain. Okay…virtual pain!
The everyday routine multiplied by the square of pi ( just trying to sound oh so smart ) have all been accomplished…with the minor exception of the dusting, cleaning the fridge, vacuuming. Yep! My house has suffered. One extra choir practice left for tomorrow morning, CT Scan today for my 19 year old son, a red tape phone call handled today in a uniquely and surprisingly timely manner…my checklist is shortening by the second. TKD classes were attended this week as well as the myriad of doctors and surgeons. Mom’s Taxi Service has been utilized far too often for the out of network errands. “Sorry for the insurance pun!” Speaking of insurance…because we have still not managed to reach our wonderful deductible…my 19 year old son was told the CT Scan would cost him $1800-$2000 out of pocket if he filed with our insurance. (By the insurance company) Yet the imaging lab said if he chose to not file with the insurance he would have a one-time payment of $350…guess what he decided? Why is this situation, with our healthcare providers and insurance, even allowed to happen?
[Climbing off the Proverbial Soap Box before the wagging of fingers begins for climbing up and down off the box!]
Taking a moment to settle down and gain control…assured that $$$ needed for surgery will be found!
With all this spare time on my hands I think I will sort through my growing stack of recipes and coupon before the chair they are stacked in collapses. I can even finish my warm-vitamin rich-stick to your ribs oatmeal as I wait prayerfully for my grocery $$. Just another day in paradise!
This is going to be a good day…
Have a great day!
No this is not a picture of a delivery truck supplying my coffee for the day…BUT! Just kidding!
My roller coaster ride of a life reached the crest Friday and with a jolt….raced rapidly out of control as events picked up speed. I felt as though the car I was in would fly off the tracks. Let me back up…and explain!
Sorry For The Down Time!
I have been hinting to an event in my 19 year old’s life…he in going into the Army. Thursday was the physical part of his Pre-enlistment. The doctors found a hernia which was misdiagnosed by his regular physician. Great!. After long-rigorous-strong-toned conversations with our doctor we got a referral to an Urologist on Friday. The short but not sweet news was given…Hernia. We now have an appointment with a surgeon tomorrow. That is how my Friday started…by Friday night the unending roller coaster ride was out of control. Tattered nerves shredded even more by my oldest and…well…I needed to go for a peaceful walk…
“When being treated for pain in lower back and one leg it is not advisable to walk for extended periods.”
This walk was about 4 miles up hill! Big oops! I can hardly walk now and you should have seen me Saturday morning. I was not much better yesterday but managed to still sing…even the two solos I had. Nerves are mending and plans are being rearranged. I was a bit calm under my pain meds to the point of sleeping. This explains the not blogging…I could not focus or hold my eyes open to blog.
I am off to explain to my pain doctors why I am limping again and see if we can eliminate some if not all of this current pain. “I sure hour so!” I hope I did not do something to set this process back.
“I do not misbehave just act badly!”
The situation with my oldest is still a bit unresolved…but because of the events he is not home right now. At least I know he is safe! For those of you who read my blog, and know me personally, you will understand the situation,
I apologize for leaving you hanging but I needed to relax…sadly to the point that my coffee was going in one side of my mouth and out the other. “No it wasn’t really! I just felt a tad bit woozy!” I am lucky enough to have a family that forced me to take this short break on Saturday (after choir practice) an try to let my body heal. I feel like a big bruise! Well I gotta go…time to get ready for my appointment. Talk to you soon…one more thing…speaking of luck…
Have a great day and I will keep you posted!
There I was…sitting in a chair across from my new PT (Physical Therapist). He began listing his goals for me as he discussed, in length, my Epic Fails!
“Wait a minute! I am not here to find out what you think is wrong with me!”
No…I did not say that out loud…but boy was the thought bouncing around my head like a high-scoring Pinball game. He said “Here is what I see:”
You limp and tend to put you weight on the right side of your body. (genius!)
You slump over a bit when sitting…possibly due to upper back pain. (wow…really)
You don’t exercise! (I had finally had it!)
“Have you read my chart?”
He gave me this look and it was at that point I began to wonder what this physical therapist really knew. “PT”- Physical Therapy or Pure Torture! Pure Torture…obviously! With a syrup-dripping sweetness I offered the information he had missed when reading my chart. “I love to walk and was walking 3-4 miles a day 4-5 days a week…then I fell!” He began flipping through the chart and finds the information. Excited he then moved to the diet portion of the discussion. “Diet…portion…hehe!”
You will need to watch you calorie intake because you are OBESE! “EXCUSE ME!”
He began telling me the ways to cut calories and how to choose my carbs and avoid sugars…or and portion control.
“Have you read my chart?”
His blank stare and quick shuffling of the pages told me, once again, that he had somehow missed that information. So I filled him in on that…I told him about being diagnosed with Diabetes and overcoming it with diet and exercise. I also told him I had been “OBESE” when I weighed over 300 pounds but lost almost 145 pounds when I cut my carbs and sugars. The color began to drain from his face. He re-grouped and said…”I assume you have cut out Alcohol and Caffeine?” With a raised eyebrow I smiled and sweetly responded…”Nope!” “I don’t drink alcohol that often and as for caffeine…well…I probably drink more coffee in a year than the population of a small country.” I knew what was coming next as his “Cheshire Cat grin” slowly crept onto his face. I beat him to the punch. “I was told by several of my doctors year ago to continue with my caffeine due to migraines and asthma. Caffeine is readily the best method due to moving the blood at a faster rate and opening the blood vessels. The main problem with both migraines and asthma is the contraction of the blood vessels.” He nodded in agreement and said he wanted to perform a strength test. After that he seem surprised and said I was stronger than most 30 year old women. I then laid down on a table and he asked me to breathe in and out. I did! He asked for me to take a deep breath…go ahead…”I did!” The problem was he was waiting for my shoulders to move…”How do you breath?”
“Have You Read My Chart?”
“I am a singer…trained…long-time singer and learned a long time ago to breathe using my diaphragm.” As I laid there I could hear the flipping of pages. I sat up and smiled…”I am here to try and find relief from this pain so I can return to walking and loose this weight I have gained back. I am not your average person and have overcome many obstacles. Can you help me?”
“How about we try and find out why you started falling and work on balance and re-strengthening of your weaker muscle groups?” We shook hands and set up a plan.
I start next week…we will see how well this goes! As for today…more pain management injections and a visit with the chiropractor. Goody…Goody! I am off to start my day and what a day it is. Wish me luck!
As for you…Have a great day!
It’s the second day of my son’s Winter Break…Yea!
A glorious five days of doing the normal while working my schedule around the presence of my 12 year old. I usually do not plan any appointments for this weeks because of the children being out of school….BUT….some things could not be helped. When my sons were younger we would do something different and fun each day. They would help plan the week! Yet…my youngest prefers to do nothing! He just stares, sits, rocks back and forth, and refuses to use his imagination to creatively preoccupy himself. He could be outside… playing with friends or shooting hoops…but noooooo! “In his defense it is raining today.”
I wake up bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to face the day. He…well he mumbles and sits hunched over. When asked what he wanted to do he just shrugged his shoulders.
It is going to be a wonderful week!
Well I am going to go to the dry-cleaner and to the bank…come home for lunch and get ready for my doctor’s appointment. Then the Fire Marshall will be here for another visit with my youngest. I will prepare dinner early in hopes of my hubby getting off early as scheduled.
Have a great day!
I have reached the end…and finally settle down and have put my feet up…
You would too if you had “Over Did It In Overdrive!”
The racing-shuttle-ushered-schedule-driven-minds to their appointed destinations.
Translation….Mom’s Taxi Service was slammed with customers today!
I forgot to eat breakfast and lunch…and managed to buy the few remaining items needed at the grocery store without giving into temptation waiting to check out.
Translation…My stomach is going berserk and I wanted a candy bar soooo bad.
And to make the day more enjoyable I have been in some soul-reaching pain.
Translation….I Really Hurt and Want Some Drugs! Okay…Tylenol!
The good news is that I will not have to cook dinner….until closer to 6:30! What a lucky break!
Have a great day!
So today I will take a little me-time! i will enjoy my coffee and relax and later this morning I will get my nails done. And it is a great day to do it…T.G.I.F.!
Grocery shopping and cleaning of house completed yesterday…but cleaning is a constant and on-going
up-hill battle daily chore. The good news is that the house was not as bad as it could have been and I will have sons home today…”Oh Boy!” ( said with a smile as I rub my hands together sneakily)
It is going to be a great day!
Hubby is almost ready to leave for work…youngest has just climbed onto his school bus and well…the other three are sleeping away. (“Rest well…you’re going to need it!”). My 19 year old did tell me he had to go somewhere today but his 22 year old brother was taking him. “I am so thankful for older sons who drive!”
It is going to be a great day!
Can you blame a girl for taking a me-time day? What would you do? Of course I have a list of “Things I would like to do” that could fill the Grand Canyon, but who doesn’t? And seeings how the Money Tree did not bloom this year I am limited in my get-away funds. You understand this…I know you do!
The only thing I really want to say is…Do something for yourself today! Would you do that for me?
Then we will have a wonderful me-time day!
Happy T.G.I.F. and Have a great day!