The experience hasn't been a total
loss. I learned how unpleasant it is to be partially helpless.
Being an invalid is at least a part-time job. My physical therapy
routine takes a couple of hours each day, and routine tasks like
showering and dressing were originally a chore. Most
importantly, you need a lot of help and support. Thank you, Tina.
I also learned a few things about our
health care system. I'm finding out how much everything costs.
(Fortunately, it will almost all be covered.) I received a fair amount of
overtreatment. Some of it can be attributed to an excess of caution,
i.e., my hip was X-rayed far too many times. Other charges are
simply bill-padding, i.e., the general practitioner who sticks his
head in your hospital room for 15 seconds each morning to ask how
you're feeling. Cost: $115 per day, $68.39 of which was actually
paid ($54.71 by Medicare and $13.68 by me).
Finally, this was my first sustained
experience with opiates and their side effects. While it's
unrealistic to think I could have gotten through this injury without
painkillers, at some point you have to stop taking the medication. I
finally broke the habit due to a misunderstanding with my doctor. He
implied that after I stopped taking the pills, he would allow me to
drive. He didn't, but being able to feel my pain—and when it was
going away—was a good thing at the time.
I've been driving for quite a while
now, and I'm getting around pretty well with the aid of a cane, but
when I go without it, I still walk with a limp. Full recovery is supposed to
take 6 to 8 months, so I'll be seeing some of you in the Spring.
In addition to resuming Thinking
Slowly, I'm also hoping to realize my intention of starting a blog
about jazz and blues music. I call it Blues and the Abstract Truth,
and here's where you can find it.
My posts may be intermittent for a while, but I hope to eventually
get both blogs up to speed. Please bear with me.
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