Unscrewed!
Look!
Now it's done; Dr Druml took the screw out and pimped my knee! Tuesday morning. I was able to look at the inside of my knee on a monitor, but luckily not able to see the men at work from outside. The inside looked clean and theoritic and I didn't really put it in connection with my body. To wake up from a general anaesthesy, though, is far more pleasant then waiting for hours to get the feeling back from the stomach downwards. Then I staid two more nights in hospital in a room with two snoring ladies. I considered to ask to be moved to another room, but the decided to stay, as our room was very cool and nice with open windows 24 hours. So I listened to radio Ö3 all night, pressing the headphones to my ears and wipping the tact with my toes, that I could luckily move again. It's a very nice thing, to be able to move the toes, I found out that day, and it's a totally new and greatful feeling knowing you can do so....... - then I slept during the day instead. Yesterday morning I rot red cruches and got the car from the parking, after I told Dr. Druml that, of course, my houseband will come and pick me up. Went to the supermarket and then home. Home sweet home :-)
This morning I went to my dear physiotherapist, Pete Pepper, then to Innsbruck. "Uncle Gebi", my brother in law, picked up grandOpa from hospital meanwhile, so now the family is comlete again.
T.
Now it's done; Dr Druml took the screw out and pimped my knee! Tuesday morning. I was able to look at the inside of my knee on a monitor, but luckily not able to see the men at work from outside. The inside looked clean and theoritic and I didn't really put it in connection with my body. To wake up from a general anaesthesy, though, is far more pleasant then waiting for hours to get the feeling back from the stomach downwards. Then I staid two more nights in hospital in a room with two snoring ladies. I considered to ask to be moved to another room, but the decided to stay, as our room was very cool and nice with open windows 24 hours. So I listened to radio Ö3 all night, pressing the headphones to my ears and wipping the tact with my toes, that I could luckily move again. It's a very nice thing, to be able to move the toes, I found out that day, and it's a totally new and greatful feeling knowing you can do so....... - then I slept during the day instead. Yesterday morning I rot red cruches and got the car from the parking, after I told Dr. Druml that, of course, my houseband will come and pick me up. Went to the supermarket and then home. Home sweet home :-)
This morning I went to my dear physiotherapist, Pete Pepper, then to Innsbruck. "Uncle Gebi", my brother in law, picked up grandOpa from hospital meanwhile, so now the family is comlete again.
T.
Kommentarer
Postat av: limi
Skruven ser ju inte mycket ut för världen. Hade väntat mej lite häftigare, tex en tvåtums fransk träskruv...
Postat av: M
Hahaha, i love those hospital stories... :) i'm now feeling very grateful for the ability to move my toes, just like i appreciate my teeth ( to be able to bite hard apples for instance) and my lazered eyes... And im already envious of your growing arm muscles, red cruches! How cool must that be!
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