Well,here I am,back again.
With slightly more wear and tear,but so what?
Never had anything in my hurt hurt so bad as this pinched nerve in my hip/groin. It would take my freaking breath away at times.
Been getting filled up on Morphine the last several days to try to keep it under control. Had no choice at all the first few days. They had to do that to get me to keep the screams down.
Biggest problem? Filipino nursers. They meant well and did their best,but don't be surprised after you give them detailed instructions on the best way to move your body without your screams shattering the glass,their response was the same as to any other request,a big smile,and big nod,and they had NO freaking idea what you said to them or what they were supposed to have been doing.
I finally figured out that most of them seem to search for key words they can hone on it to get close. This works ok for "I need new towels",or "can I get a cup of coffee?",but not so well for moving both of your legs at the same time,in the same direction,and at the same altitude. You scream,they panic and drop your legs,and spend the next several minutes trying to catch your breath.
And THIS was after I spend 7 hours in the ER waiting for a doctor to see me,and the American nurses refusing to even push my wheel chair to the rest room for me.
And I was one of the lucky ones. There was an elderly black couple there with the woman in a wheelchair,and they were already there when I showed up,and still waiting to see a doc when I was finally taken to a room.
I am saying you could actually see an admissions nurse looking at you,and then have her turn away while you are still waving both arms over your head.
The few American nurses I did have once I got a bed were all black,and they every single one went out of their way to help me in any way they could.
Unfortunately,there is not much you can do for a pinched never than take morphine,try to relax,and wait for it to go away.
No,mine has still NOT gone away,but it is better,and since I was not going to get any better in the hospital than I was at home,I told them to take me home.
Even then I had worries. They sent me two tiny women in an ambulance to load me up on a stretcher and then load the stretcher into the ambulance. On top of that,one of them was pregnant.
They did manage to do it,though.
Managing to get around ok with a cane in the house,but at times my leg literally feels like it is on fire.
Hoping the pain pills kick in soon.
