Recovery

I had to have a blood transfusion. It made me a little scared, but they are so careful of blood these days. I thank the people who donated. I tried once (had to admit I was afraid) and they didn't like my blood.

Having an epidural for pain relief was good and bad. It gave you a false sense of limited pain. I'm not sure, when it wore off in about 1 1/2 days if the pain was less intense after a few days.

Pain: is a whole other paragraph. I had a pump that allowed me a shot of di-lotted or hydro-morphone, a minimum of 10 min. Sometimes 10 min was too short! Not to mention the itching and nausia. Thank goodness they have meds for both. The pain people really wanted me off the pump for some reason. Perk-a-set upset my stomach so they had di-lotted in pill form. Every 4 hours worked pretty well, until I started moving. - Fast forward 3 weeks. I'm now back on Tylenol and Ibruprofin. It doesn't cut out all the pain, but it is better than seeing spiders which the morphine pills were making me see, and the perk-a-set didn't upset my stomach at home, but really made me sleepy. Yes the pain is still annoying, but manageable.

HOPE

Tomorrow I go into Surgery for my hip.
I Don't know why I'm nervous. But I believe all will be well. I'll have Clint and Paul give me a blessing and I KNOW that will help. I hope the pain will be manageable. I hope that I'll able to live without Tylenol and Ibuprofen as a constant friend. I hope I'll be able to walk normally and continue with my PT and getting into shape. I hope the kitchen will stay clean. I hope I have a quick recovery. I hope Dr. Jackson is very prepared. I hope I won't be scared. I hope the people that have offered their 'good lucks', offers of help and support know how much I appreciate them and that it makes it better. I hope my family knows how much I love them, and will rely on them to help me through the next 2-3 weeks. I hope Ryan knows how much I missed him when he was on his camp out and his goodness and his true knowledge of right and wrong. I hope Charlie knows, I know, how much she does to help, and that I know she will do good in school and get her RN. I hope Michael knows how much I need his hugs and cuddling, even though he's getting to big, and I know he is smart and will do well in school. I hope Clint knows how much I love and appreciate him,....with or without facial hair. I hope Gary won't have to play "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes for me for a long long time.I hope my Mom will be able to remember and come and see me. I hope she knows how much I needed to talk to her yesterday. I hope my kids and Clint know how much I care and love them I hope they know!

Enough!

NOT a DAY OLDER

SO I turned the dreaded 50 while we were on our trip. My motto was I don't feel a day older than 50. Denny's was nice enough to give me a free entree for my Birthday and later that night, Love's Gas station in Wells Nevada provided me with a Cheese Danish for my B-Day Cake, which I, of course shared. I got several texts from relatives but I text so s l o w, that All I said was Thanks. I hope they know how much I appreciated the texts and appreciated them for sending them.

I tell my kids not to get me anything but memories and the Oregon trip was certenly worth remembering.

I sure Love my Family!