Wednesday, December 12, 2018

ICU Revisited

Walking into Jackson South hospital pushing my walker in front of me took me back to that mid September day I first left my room after almost two weeks in intensive care. My therapist Sean stuffed me in a wheelchair and set me free: 

Yesterday afternoon I returned for the first time and saw Sean down the corridor. I waved. He was the one who got me out of bed and scared the bejeezus out of me. 

He waved back. He knew everything. “I’ve been following you on Instagram,” he said. And he has. He asked after Rusty’s paw and made sure he was home safe with friends for the night while we are in Miami.

I was fighting back tears for the picture.  You were right I told him. I can walk. I didn’t believe it at the time as I lay in bed only able to use my right arm.

Before Sean the doctors and nurses had their way with me. One nurse pushed up my shorts to look at my thigh. The most natural thing in the world in a hospital. She wanted toook at the scar where they drilled into my leg to put a pin to put my badly broken femur in traction. 

“Do you remember when I put the weight on and the said the pain went away?”  Oh yes I remembered the agony stopping suddenly. I also remembered the drill cutting into my skin. We laughed. The atmosphere in critical care is so relaxed. Anything goes. I felt at home. I remembered Keila and sheremembered me. We tested up right there outside the elevators. ICU staff don’t often see the success stories. “This one lived!” She called out. He walks! I replied stumping along. 

And Adam fixing my leg inits cursed brace: 

It was really good to see them and they made me throw the walker away for the picture. I was hanging into Adam’s back.  


It was a long day, even for a passenger through the Keys trying not to drive my wife nuts back seat driving. She knew her way round having spent far too many days driving back and forth during my recovery. 

I was surprised to see the hospital appear above the suburbs. My wife pointed it out to me and I was fascinated to see it from the outside.  I arrived by helicopter and left at night by ambulance on a stretcher. 

It was pretty luxurious but of respect for my lack of stamina my wife insisted we do room service. Argentine sausage, Peruvian steak and a bottle of white. No Percocet for me! I struggled on through! 

And a lovely view from the Doubletree. 

And legendary cookies for dessert. The real reward will be 100% weight bearing on both legs from the surgeon’s x-rays today. Fingers crossed. 

6 comments:

RichardM said...

Sounds great, congratulations! Another upbeat post. I don't know how you do it...

Native Floridian said...

"It was a long day, even for a passenger through the Keys trying not to drive my wife nuts back seat driving."
Michael, have you ever wondered why the current Bahia Honda Bridge is the ONLY MAJOR 4-lane bridge in the Keys? It's always stuck out as a puzzle to me. I recently found the missing piece of that puzzle to put it together. The old Bahia Honda Bridge had parts of the concrete road-deck falling into the water, and wouldn't last until the project to replace ALL the bridges took place. Thus they allocated funds to replace just that one bridge, and the current new 4-lane bridge opened in 1972, a full ten-years before all the other new bridges. At the time they built it, the plan for replacing all the Key's bridges called for a new limited-access expressway from Florida City all the way down to Key West. It was to be six-lanes from Florida City to Marathon, then four-lanes from Marathon on down to Key West. The new BH Bridge was built to those plans and that's why it's four-lanes. In the meantime something else happened in 1972. The Environmental Protection Act was passed. Not to bore you, but it stipulated that any new construction be submitted with an environmental impact plan. Since that time both the expense of such an analysis as well as the public outcry to their findings have caused many large projects to be downsized or cancelled. In other words the old expressway project didn't have to do any of that. By the time the other new Key's bridges were opened in 1982 the design was significantly more modest, and thus you have what you have today. How different your life would be if they'd built the WHOLE project in 1972! Buzzing up to Miami, or even down to Key West, would be a breeze.

Doug Bennett said...

I am happy for you and your continued improvement. Rusty will be looking forward to long walks.

Anonymous said...

Fingers crossed for you!

Susan said...

Sending lots of good juju for the desired outcome today!

CeliaB said...

That was good that you visited your angels in the ICU. And hope its continued good news today with your doctor.