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Delusional or Just High?
Not what the doctor said
I have to laugh at myself or I will burst into tears. After my fiasco last night, I was sure I would be ‘back to normal’ in a week, or two at the most. Apparently I was either delusional or high when the doctor spoke to me in the wee hours of this morn.
Thankfully, he just called for a follow-up:
No, I cannot do physical therapy for at least three weeks.
It will likely be a two to three month recovery, not mere weeks.
Sitting up at my desk is not a good idea for at least a couple of weeks.
Lots of bed rest.
Walk around the house with crutches or a walker… SLOWLY.
Take the Tramadol every 4–6 hours. Don’t let the pain get severe before taking the medication.
Follow-up in two weeks for another CT scan.
Did I even have one at the ER?
Yes, apparently I did, but I was too high on opioids to remember. I only remember the x-ray which was taken before I was given the opioids.
Maddy will be home from work soon. S/he is going to set my room back up like it was when I had covid — a small fridge, portable potty, a table for me to make coffee or tea from, several jugs of water, and a bed-desk for me to work from. S/he only wants me up and about when s/he is home to keep an eye on me.
I took a mirror to my left side… purplish black. It matches my current mood.
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