OT: Wierd things that happen in hospitals
Frank Reid © 2008
removal of some scar tissue and bone spurs. Additionally, the doc
"busted up" the scar encapsulation around the joint.
Surgery was 0900 to 1030. By noon, I've got the physical therapist
starting on me. The major problem with this is that I had been given a
nerve block in the left shoulder. When you have one of these, your
brain remembers your arm in the position it was when you got the nerve
block. In my case, I "thought" that my arm was laying across my
belly. I look over and the physical therapist has my arm and is
trying to tie it into a pretzel. It looked like some real high
quality fake and my brain said my arm was sill on my stomach. Very
strange.
So, now I'm home, just me and my vicoden.
Frank Reid
rdean3...@bellsouth.net
Um...no, you're not, your brain is just telling you are...you're
actually out in the yard with your pyjamas around your ankles, waving a
Brazilian flag and screaming the lyrics to "Boomer Sooner"...and you
might want to get the tractor off of your next-door neighbor - his wife
is calling the cops...
HTH,
R
>Frank Reid
Fred
Send me some of your pills.
I have been thru PT numerous times - too numerous to think about as I was
and still am somewhat athletic
We have a BB gamne tomw and I am pitching.
PT works
NO Pain no gain!
It has gotten me thru 2 arthroscopic surgeries and a rotator cuff and even a
direct knee problem w/o major or reconstuctive surgery
I wish you the best of luck but w the pills do not over tax your arm,
Get a good threapist and adhere to the regimen - It will hurt but it is
worth it to recuperate well and top regain full usage
Fred
Frank Reid © 2008
Yeh, it may be hard for some to believe, but I've been injured a time
or two and have had quite a bit of PT over the years.
I was thinking that I'd be able to return to work on Monday, but that
looks like a no go as the bride, the doc and my corporate nurse are
conspiring to keep me at home watching "The View."
My vicious 16 lb hound was attacked by a yellow lab last week and had
his right shoulder torn up. So we're sitting here commiserating and
sharing drugs.
Frank "better living through chemistry" Reid
Frank Reid © 2008
> Um...no, you're not, your brain is just telling you are...you're
> actually out in the yard with your pyjamas around your ankles, waving a
> Brazilian flag and screaming the lyrics to "Boomer Sooner"...and you
> might want to get the tractor off of your next-door neighbor - his wife
> is calling the cops...
Man, I thought all that screaming was just in my head. 'Sides, the
neighbor looks good in green and yellow. By the way, according to the
playback from the cop's dash cam, I was singing "Hail Nebraska." I
think that's what kept me out of jail.
Frank "the weird guy on the street corner waving at everybody" Reid
riverman
In my case, I "thought" that my arm was laying across my
> belly. I look over and the physical therapist has my arm and is
> trying to tie it into a pretzel. It looked like some real high
> quality fake and my brain said my arm was sill on my stomach. Very
> strange.
>
I once fell asleep watching TV on a beanbag chair, with my left arm
way up behind my head as a rest, with my head nestled in my elbow (try
it). When I woke up, my arm was fast asleep (in the no-sensation
stage). I saw something right next to my head and toufhed it with my
right hand to see what it was. It took a second to register, but then,
to my absolute horror, it was a HAND. A COLD, DEAD HAND! I could feel
it with my fingers of my right hand, but there was absolutely no
sensation in my left hand so I did not know it was my own. I kept
trying to push it away, and it kept falling back onto my face. It was
absolutely horrifying....this cold, dead hand that kept fwapping me in
the face as I tried to twist my head out of the way. The other folks
watching TV just lost it.
Very strange sensation indeed. And when my arm started to wake up, it
was pins-and-needles like I never had before..
--riverman
Tom Littleton
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> Frank "the weird guy on the street corner waving at everybody" Reid
sort of how we view him, when he comes up to Penn's.....
the wierd guy on our deck, waving at everybody. You going to load up on
meds, Frank, and come streamer fishing at the end of October??
Reminder to all, the 10th annual Penn's Clave is next year.
Stay tuned, and keep May open on your calender!
Tom
Frank Reid © 2008
> was pins-and-needles like I never had before..
Yeh, it was truely strange. When they were moving me off the gurney
into my bed, they had me hold it. It was weirder than all hell. It
was like holding hands with a corpse (don't ask me how I know what
that feels like). .
The problems with the drugs is narcotics make me sicker than a dog, so
I get to take them with a compazine chaser.
Hopefully, I'll be cleared hot in a couple of weeks to do some
exercise (though I'm already doing PT 3 times a day), after that, I'll
try to fish.
Right now, I can't even hold my arm up to tie a fly.
Cheers all
Frank Reid
Tom Littleton
Does the local hospital maintain a personal gurney for you?? Or, perhaps,
even a reserved room just around the corner from the emergency admissions
area? Hell, in another year or two, the insurance compensations from you
alone should finance a new wing on the place!
Tom
Frank Reid © 2008
> alone should finance a new wing on the place!
Already under construction.
Frank "munificent" Reid