anuary 16, 2012
39 year old Male, Married, 1 son-16 months, Having BiLat BHR with Dr Philip
Schmitt…drove 2 1/2 hrs from Kalamazoo, MI to Novi which is 20 minutes from
the hospital…scheduled for tomorrow…noon. Got to the hotel this evening, hit
Bonefish for one last meal…before midnight. Now..about to hit the hot tub and
try not to think about the fact that I going to be put under for the first time
ever and then incised, dislocated,apple-peeled, drilled, hammered…ALL x
2…but all at once so I am thankful for that.
January 19, 2012
Well, it has been almost 48 hours since my surgical journey started…and
what a 48 hrs it’s been. For those of you who have been through it…which I
imagine is most, on some level, I will try to avoid the too detailed blow-by
I arrived at 10am and was immediately wished into the pre surgical area. I got
IV’ed and sedated…then on to the surgery…
The last thing I remember before the surgery is the attractive nurse holding me
around the neck like we were slow dancing.
I woke up to people talking around me but not not being able to respond. You
I got up to my suite where me and Mrs Fuzzy are staying…a friend came to visit
and say hey…much too early…I was still coming in and out and fell asleep and
woke back up again in the 20 minutes he was here…by the way, he brought me
Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies…COME ON MAN!!
The next morning I got breakfast and then the PT started…they got me up and
out of bed into a chair, then later on up and out of my room with my walker to
the hallway and back…which took about 15 minutes…baby steps.
While in bed I have been giving myself, what I am calling the Walt Disney
Treatment. Constantly packed in ice around the surgical area. VERY SWOLLEN.
Before AND After I have received comments on my bravery for doing BiLateral…which
made me wonder at first, if I should…too late now…but as I said before I
would rather go thru this…and put my family thru this ONCE.
The nurses here at Huron Valley Sinai have been great for the most
part…hospital stays in general are just interruption after interruption…Take
your vitals, draw your blood, are you ok?…I need more ice, vitals pills, new
IV bag…blah blah. I have been trying to get up and out on my own. My little
loop to the hallway floor is already a lot quicker.
Turns out though when you do bilateral BHR, you lose a fair amount of blood. BP
was low, pulse was high. My Hemoglobin has been ridin’ low with slight temp so
they finally decided to give me 2 units of blood. I just finished unit 1 and
feel better already. I decided to do PT in between ’cause I wanna get outta
here…and I can’t really do anything really with the 4 hr infusion so It’ will
be good TV, Movie Blogging time for me and the Mrs.
Thank you all so much for checkin in on me. How do I feel? Good…the top of my
right incision stings A LOT when I "walk"…but other than that we( me, the
nurse (John is Very Cool and Mrs Fuzzy)) are staying ahead of the pain.
January 20, 2012
Day 3..Discharged. Well after some INCREDIBLE swelling last night, I
was released to race the reported weather home. I let my ice pack lapse and so
both my thighs, which were already swollen from the surgery got really swollen
with no ice…needless to say my incisions were killing me. At 3 am I called the
nurse in for ice and hit my Pain Control button every 8 mins as soon as I heard
it reload..on top of some Norco and Toradol in my IV…that got my pain under
control. Then I reloaded up on ice..Walt Disney’s got nothing me…When we
finally got up, it was ALL about getting the heck out of there…Drive back to
KZOO toward the impending weather.
Everything went super smooth. Mike, Dr Schmitt’s PA was in my room at 8 sharp.
Transport came to take me to my last PT/OT session with Lisa and Chris and then
back to the room for Breakfast while Mrs Fuzzy Packed. We were out and on the
road by 11am and that is where we are now as I speak…type. Here is is my first
Bilat Schmitty Hippie Photo…time to get my life back. WOOO HOOOO!!!
January 22, 2012
Well today is my second day waking up in my own bed. It has not been easy. I
am now starting to realize why I got the "going off to war"-like comments from
all the nurses and PT Techs at the hospital…"you’re doing both hips?!…YOU
ARE SO BRAVE!"…"Hey John!…THIS GUY GOT BOTH HIPS DONE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS
GUY?!" I obviously missed the pursed-lipped "poor bastard" looks afterward as I
was being rolled toward the OR.
As much as they try to prepare you for being home, nothing can…unless you can
afford to bring a couple of them home with you. I tried so hard not to cheat
during PT and do all the little exercises..not grabbing the trapeze AND make the
bed flat before trying to get out on your own(because who really owns a
Craftmatic Adjustable)…but after being home I should’ve just kept the wool
over my eyes. Seems as if it would be just as hard…and when I say hard, I mean
Let’s see, where to start…eliminations…0 to RIGHT NOW!..this is not
commensurate with wriggling forward and slowly getting up out of the chair,
opening the walker, walkering it to my master bath…by the time I get there I
am lucky if I haven’t dribbled a bit…AND every pee is like Niagara
Falls…this also happens in the middle of the night when I am much closer to
the bathroom but now I have to swing and/or hoist my almost muscularly-dead, but
painfully alive legs to the edge of the bed, grab the walker in the dark and
"quick-walker" it to the commode…after one night of that…Mrs Fuzzy got me a
Urinal like in the hospital…SO MUCH EASIER..I’ll leave it at that.
MRS FUZZY WORSHIP BREAK…THIS WOMAN LOVES ME LIKE A FAT KID LOVES CAKE!!
So getting out of bed is hard. I’m a fairly strong guy but lifting my upper body
up with no leg assistance is friggin HARD!…on top of the muscle and incision
pain. The first night, I think the absence of SEVERAL pain meds in my system
lead to some bad dreams…in which I was running from SOMETHING…and I kicked
both my legs for real which woke me up immediately in agonizing muscular and
Incision pain…go ahead and laugh…I admit it was funny later…don’t forget
that Mrs Fuzzy is laying next to all this…worried. Yesterday when I finally
got out of bed and into my Recovery Pod(Hospital Grade Recliner Chair..Courtesy
of Stryker Medical..Mrs Fuzzy’s Employer) it had been about 40 minutes. Ice on
and off all day…down my pants all around my thighs…try to take some ice bags
from the hospital if you can..then stop by the store and pick up 2 22LB bags of
ice. We put ours in our winter fridge…Outside.
My 17 month old son runs around touching everything and wonders why daddy can’t
get on the floor with him or why he can’t play with the pull-switch on the
chair. He loves when I poke at him with my little grabby thingie though so we
try have fun with it.
FUNNY MOMENT LAST NIGHT
The moth flies and flits around the room…My Mom takes 2 clap shots but
misses…The moths’ evasive maneuvers bring it into my crosshairs in my
chair…I take the shot…I grazed some dust off of it…forcing its emergency
descent and landing onto my very sore post-op right thigh..SLAP..I GOT HIM!…I
WON!…but did I? OWWWWWWWW!! Muth@f#C%r!! Sorry but that’s how it went
down…followed by a fit of tearful, gut-busting family laughter.
This morning after a "better" night’s sleep I decided I should take a shower. We
have a walk-in stall so that’s a plus…no room for a high bench or anything so
it is good I can stand full-weight bearing, and am able to turn in a circle and
grab what I need. I was told to wash as normal, avoiding my new friends…I want
to name my scars so badly but I got nothin good…I’ll experiment…Tango &
Cash. I was told to let the soapy water just run over them and not allow any
direct shower contact. Fine but if I get a cut on my finger, I at least use some
peroxide or bacitracin…these are healing INCISIONS…and I am not to apply
anything for 2 weeks?…seems illogical to me.
The shower in the hospital SUCKED…and I am working on a strongly-worded letter
to the person responsible for the beautiful new wing at Huron Valley
Sinai…I’ve never been chinese water tortured…for real…but the shower there
is what I imagine it is like. So having MY shower was AWESOME but amazingly
tiring! I got out, dried off, and for the first time felt really faint…I had
to sit down.
My thighs are still swollen…as a man should I say Thighs or Quads? Swelling
doesn’t really concern me at this point but lateral to Tango & Cash they are
NUMB..very numb…I could leave the ice on there for hours and not feel it. I
can bend my left leg to more than 45 degs at the knee (Tango’s Side – 15cm long)
but I can barely bend my right leg to 30 degs(Cash’s Side 17.5 cm long…more
aggressive resurfacing needed)..the muscle is soooo tight and the incision
stings..the muscle feels warm but not "infection" hot…no discoloration or
discharge(puss) from Tango or Cash…I am clearly going to have to dial back my
expectations…I’ve read a few of your set back Posts due to over doing it too
soon so I will honor those people by using them as a cautionary tale.
So Now I am back in my Recovery Pod…Fed ,medicated, Arixtra in, rotating ice
bags in my pants, waiting for my Patriot’s to come on. Fuzzy Jr just went down
for a nap…finally!…time to love on Mrs Fuzzy for a few…cause I can see
clearly now, that this is going to be a long road…for the both of us. I
welcome any feedback and thanks for your continued support and encouragement.