CASA GRANDE

Last Saturday I was privileged enough to have my gracious friend Stephanie "sign up" to take me out to lunch. Note, this would be my first outing after my surgery. For those of you that don't know Stephanie, she had been a friend since we were young girls and I love her like sister. Also note worthy, she is like 5'4" and 100 lbs.

Stephanie comes over around 1:30 and we hang out and talk a bit about what we want to do. We decided to go get lunch and maybe a mani/pedi. Sounds simple enough right? Right. So off we go....well hold on a min....

I get my purse, and sunglasses and realize I have no F-ing idea how to close down my wheel chair. I was not too confident on crutches at that point and there is no way I wanted to crutch my ass all over Atlanta in this god forsaken heat wave....so it took us some time but us we finally figured it out. That would seem to be the hard part...but just wait.

SO to get out of my mom's house there are three little steps that I had to scoot my ass down one by one, on a towel mind you....it was blazing hot. Then somehow I was able to grab on to "twiggy's" arm and lift my ass up. Then I wheel it to the car. Finally in the car, I help Stephanie to hoist the chair into the backseat of my ride and that was a headache in itself. We are pouring sweat by now and blasting the AC as we drive down Lindbergh.

We get to Casa Grande and find a spot....getting out of the car was a bit easier. Finally Stephanie and I get to the table and sit down, well I was already seated...wink wink. ;) Lunch was great and if you ever go you should try the flauta dinner....very good.

Getting back in the car we felt like champs.....we had that shit on lock....haha. Stephanie drove me home and helped my cripple ass back in the house. It was a great time but then Stephanie turned to me and said "I gota go take a shower.....screw the mani/pedi." HAHA. We had sweat our asses off! But nonetheless I was sooo super happy to have ventured out. Thank you Stephanie...love ya bitch!

HOT summer sun.

So I have had several visitors....so if that is you....pat yourself on the back. Thank you.

Lindsey, a co-worker of mine, came by today. She had a little gap in the day and wanted to come by. Thank GOD she did, because man those eyebrows needed a little love from LB. Love ya boo.

My sister is being ever so kind cleaning up after me and doing my laundry. I am feeling a bit better and I have been helping her out on the folding of the laundry. I was feeling a bit sick from time to time because for some reason my doctor prescribed me only 8 anti-nausea pills and 40 pain pills. What is that? I had to ration them out and then I was left with none. When Athena and Morgan spent the day with me I was out of order.....all sicky! But they stayed none the less and watched me sleep. LOVE YOU GUYS!

I have been trying to get a little one legged tan from now and then but HELL.....it is DAMN hot out. What is up with that? We got 6 months of cold weather so now we deserve a summer from hell? I don't think so. I need a little canopy set up outside on the deck....with a fan or AC. Fat chance.

SO my biggest helper of all has been my mom's little puppy Leo. He is a black Pomeranian. If he is not in my lap he is watching me and whining to be with me. So cute. It is really amazing to see how animals react to people. It is like he knows I am hurt and wants to help me with his little 5 pound body. Silly boy!

Dilaudid and Zofran breakfast of champions...

So now that we are all caught up.....

I have been staying at my mom's house and getting along pretty well. The first few days were a bit of a daze, but we all got through it. I say all because I needed a lot of care....round the clock style.

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Let's back it up a minute...

So a friend gave me a great idea. In order to occupy my time....I should blog about the most traumatic experience I have ever had. OK...so as you read on you might say to yourself...well that isn't very traumatic....just keep in mind it was for me.

Sunday June 13

I was house/dog sitting for my parents and had a friend come over. We were watching TV and decided to make a pizza. I walked perfectly fine down the stairs of my dad's house....then thru to the kitchen. My friend, let's just call him "Jolly," noticed that he had left his headlights on. We walked outside to go turn them off....now this is where I should have just minded my own business and started cooking the pizza....because I then proceed to follow behind Jolly, stepped down with my right foot, slipped and somehow found myself on the deck. All I remember was hearing a POP noise and feeling like I needed to throw up.

There I was....stuck on the floor freaking the F out. To top it all off...I had only met Jolly one, count it, one day before. I was crying and felt like my body was on fire. Horrible. Horrible. I could not really see my ankle and asked Jolly how it looked....it was swollen. He was like "um, yeah, that's not your bone, it's just swollen." The day before he had told me his fear of broken bones.....lol....and now this.

After much debate if whether I should go to the hospital or not I had him carry me up stairs. I thought I could put some ice on it and "wait and see." Bad idea. Jolly had to go home but promised to come back and check on me in the morning. So there I was...all alone....in pain.

I tried getting up to use the restroom and fell again on it....it was horrible. I called my sister and she came over and got me something to eat and a bucket to put by the bed, "just in case." I called my boss round 8 and informed her of what had happened. Since I am a stylist, these are things she needed to know asap. She then sent her husband, also my boss, over to the house to try and help me to the hospital.

I was like F. I am either going have to have an ambulance come and put me on a stretcher or Jolly better get his ass over here and carry me to the car.

Cut to 10am.....

I hear Jolly and his puppy coming up the stairs. Shortly after my boss arrives. Side note: seeing Jolly, 6'8", standing beside my boss, 6'4" would be my guess, I was like damn....I thought Bossman was tall. So anyway Jolly picked me up like a fireman and threw me over his shoulders and off to the hospital we go.

I was told at the hospital after having X-rays, that I broke my ankle in THREE places and DISLOCATED it as well....I was going to have to have surgery. I freaked out. I have never had surgery before plus I'm scarred as shit of anesthesia. I love Nip/Tuck, but they ruined me on the episode that they put someone under, and they could still feel EVERYTHING....no F-ing way.

I could have had surgery that night at 10pm but my dad insisted that I wait and let him find a doctor. I said OK and was release, but not before they put a splint on my leg. And that was a bitch...too much graphic material to talk about. I think Jolly described it best when he said "yeah, that doctor was like manhandling your foot." Lemme just say OUCH.

So then I got some pain meds and went back to my house to have my sister tend to me. My mom then came up to watch me as well. I was in a pretty pathetic state.

My dad got back in town and scheduled an appointment with Dr. David Scott. at Resuregens Orthopedic in Roswell. He turned out to be the very same doctor I had met the day before. Very nice man, made me feel comfortable. However when I asked him what my scars would look like....he answered with this "if you want small scares go somewhere else." Haha. That was a good answer. Since he just does ankles....I will deal with the scars. I can have Dr .Yune (plastics) worry about that later. So after reviewing my X-rays, Dr. Scott informed me that I could have surgery Thursday, 7 am. He also enlightened me on what my life would be like for the next few months. Here is the timeline....After surgery- soft cast 2 weeks, then maybe hard cast 4 weeks then after that....not sure....but that I def will not be 100% till Christmas.I thought, "till xmas? really? the whole summer? this would be the first time I wished for winter." 6 months recovery time....and that is just an estimate. I'm sure I will have a lot of rehab work in the process as well.

Traumatic.

I'm a hair stylist....who works on commission. WTF....this sucks.....but at least it was not my right wrist....that is a bit more important.

Cut to Thursday June 17

My mom gets me up and her and my father take me to the surgery center attached to Dr. Scott's office. They wheel me in and I am like..."what, it's hot as shit in here." Their AC was down. After checking in, filling out paper work and paying, my doctor comes out to talk. He said that he might have to reschedule the surgery because of the temperature of the OR. It has to be cold so that bacteria is less likely to grow.

Fortunately they got it up and running and they took me back for pre op. I got a nerve block to numb my entire leg (lasted like 2 days) and they helped me calm down by giving me more drugs and then I was wheeled into the OR.

So I was freaking out this whole time about the anesthesia and that was the EASIEST part of the whole deal. I was asked to breathe deeply and then BOOM....I was out. The next thing I know I was in a different room with the NICEST woman asking me if I was ok and if I would like a diet coke. I answered back "who told you I like diet coke?" For those who know me well, go ahead, you can chuckle.

Thankfully I had out-patient surgery and was able to get in the car and go home. My dad drove me to my mom's house. Julie Bug was there to greet us. They all were so great...and I felt WONDERFUL. I was in no pain....It was great....unfortunately not for long.

Hope to get a copy of my X-rays to put on here. Before and After. I have not seen them at all because they could not get me in the room at the hospital to look at them, but Jolly said he took one look at them and was like "yeah, that's broken."