I case y’all were wondering where the heck that annoying duck has been, I just returned home after a 4 week stay in the hospital. The original plan was the surgery (2-level lumbar fusion) and recovery would last 3-4 days and I’d be home. Just wasn’t meant to be for me, I guess. After a rough initial surgery (pain in the previously unaffected leg and crushing headaches), I languished about waiting for insurance to make up their mind about whether I needed in-house PT. At the 11th hour, they approved, so I got moved. After a week and a half of PT, it was deemed that I could go home. The night before discharge day, my surgeon decided he had to go back in and repair the spinal fluid leak that was causing my headaches. Great.
So, after a 2nd surgery and recovery, I was begging to be let OUT. A 3-4 day stay had morphed into a 30 day ordeal, and I was about ready to braid hospital sheets into ropes and rappel down the side of the building to escape (

HA, like that’d work in my shape!!).
I can’t say yet whether it was worth it. I don’t like feeling helpless, and this surgery has done that to me. I can’t do this, can’t do that…it’s infuriating and frustrating. It has let loose the creative juices, since I have to figure out how to feed cats and dogs and other basic tasks without bending, lifting or twisting. I have a gnarly scar 8 or so inches long all the way down to the crack o' my buttinski (already thinking of tattoo ideas to cover it up later), my arms look like a lifetime junkie's, my hair is nasty dirty and over all I feel like smooshed doggy doo. Other than that, I'm doing just peachy!
I’m not up to tackling this place right now (need to build up my strength, don’tcha know

), but never fear…
I’ll be “
baaaaaaaaaaaaaack”.