Last week when I was thinking about my surgery, I planned for every contingency. Jim took time off work so he could help me out over the first few days. My nephew Adam is living here and will be taking care of me while Jim goes back to work this week. I have meals I prepared ahead and put in the freezer. Looks like we won't get to those for another week or two, since the women in my congregation are bringing in HUGE meals nearly every night for another week. What I didn't take into consideration was the effects of the drugs.
The surgery went really well. They removed the bone spur and the bone fragments that were in the tendon, they stitched up the tears, then used a knotless anchoring system to reattach the tendon to the bone. Rumor has it Doc took pictures and will share them with me when I go for my appointment next Thursday.
We got home Wednesday and Jim got me tucked into bed with the ice pack around my foot, then went in search of a pharmacist to fill the prescription and to grab some lunch. By thursday morning, I was calling my doc. I was supposed to take 1 - 2 Percocet every 4 - 6 hours. But the Percocet was only lasting 3 1/2 hours. And when it wore off, it REALLY wore off and I could tell you where each one of the three anchors had been drilled into my heel. So the doc wrote a prescription for Oxycodone 15 with the same instructions. Thursday, Friday, and most of Saturday are a blur. The oxy had some unexpected side effects, which changed each day. Friday I was apparently VERY friendly. DH didn't take advantage of me, much to his credit. Since then, however, I've been quite queasy. The meds have made me decidedly NOT hungry, which makes me nauseated, which makes me throw up, which makes me not want to eat, etc.
This morning when I woke up I realized it was two hours past the time to take my meds, and I didn't need them. HOORAY! So I'm off the oxy, back on the percs, but just one every 6 hours or so rather than 2 every 4 hours on the button. Hopefully I'll be off them entirely soon. VERY tired of feeling nauseated.
While I've been incapacitated, DH has taken over my quilting table. He has a model of a canon from the American Civil War. He was in the artillery in the army, and believes there are a lot of artillerymen who would like to have one of these all put together, so he's making templates as he builds it. Each piece gets sanded before and after assembly. I'm glad that he's doing this and wish him well in his endeavor. But I'm looking at my quilting table and wondering if I'm ever going to get it back!!!
The surgery went really well. They removed the bone spur and the bone fragments that were in the tendon, they stitched up the tears, then used a knotless anchoring system to reattach the tendon to the bone. Rumor has it Doc took pictures and will share them with me when I go for my appointment next Thursday.
We got home Wednesday and Jim got me tucked into bed with the ice pack around my foot, then went in search of a pharmacist to fill the prescription and to grab some lunch. By thursday morning, I was calling my doc. I was supposed to take 1 - 2 Percocet every 4 - 6 hours. But the Percocet was only lasting 3 1/2 hours. And when it wore off, it REALLY wore off and I could tell you where each one of the three anchors had been drilled into my heel. So the doc wrote a prescription for Oxycodone 15 with the same instructions. Thursday, Friday, and most of Saturday are a blur. The oxy had some unexpected side effects, which changed each day. Friday I was apparently VERY friendly. DH didn't take advantage of me, much to his credit. Since then, however, I've been quite queasy. The meds have made me decidedly NOT hungry, which makes me nauseated, which makes me throw up, which makes me not want to eat, etc.
This morning when I woke up I realized it was two hours past the time to take my meds, and I didn't need them. HOORAY! So I'm off the oxy, back on the percs, but just one every 6 hours or so rather than 2 every 4 hours on the button. Hopefully I'll be off them entirely soon. VERY tired of feeling nauseated.
While I've been incapacitated, DH has taken over my quilting table. He has a model of a canon from the American Civil War. He was in the artillery in the army, and believes there are a lot of artillerymen who would like to have one of these all put together, so he's making templates as he builds it. Each piece gets sanded before and after assembly. I'm glad that he's doing this and wish him well in his endeavor. But I'm looking at my quilting table and wondering if I'm ever going to get it back!!!
Yea! Hang in there kind friend! (Hugs!) ~Sheri 
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