Monday, June 9, 2008

Memory Monday Part Two...

My dressing kit

battle scar

I have 4 small scars where they jacked my bones apart so they could put me back together.

Sock on. Step 1
Sock on. Step 2
Sock off. Step 1
Sock off. Step 2

July 10-14 2007.

I was alone and sporting nothing but my brace and a hospital gown when my driver came to transport me to Avalon Valley Care Center. This dude, who looked like he just got out of rehab, picked me up in a van, which looked like it may have been stolen. I held my cell phone tightly in my hand. Even in my doped up condition, I knew I was in a vulnerable position. He told me that Avalon gives the red carpet treatment. I thought this was a metaphor, until he explained that there would actually be a red carpet rolled out for me on arrival. He thought it was a little odd when he brought a patient who was in a coma. Seriously?! Sure enough, I rode my wheelchair in on a red carpet and was relieved that the paparazzi hadn't made it there yet.

Luckily, the hair salon was open and they washed and dryed my hair for the first time in ten days. I was still resigned to sponge baths. My 86 year old room mate and I became fast friends. She even invited me to penny pitch one night. Penny pitch is a game you play while seated in your wheelchair and you toss coins into dishes labeled with different point values. She made $1.50 one night and bought herself a soda.

One of the first things I learned in occupational therapy was how to put my socks and support hose on. I felt like a toddler. I had been potty trained from bed pan to bedside commode to the dear john. But I would still have to learn to walk.
Physical therapy was on the daily agenda. One day while lifting weights, I watched a group of people batting a balloon around a circle and I was grateful. I built my upper body strenghth so I could graduate to a walker. Walker hopping became my new skill because I would be non-weight bearing for 10-12 weeks.
Sis was my personal shopper and provided me with my wardrobe of nightshirts and a house coat. She helped me figure out that I could wear boxers so I wouldn't have to fly home commando. Not to mention, all the visits and phone chats to keep me sane. My brother Eric brought snacks and Angie came and they let us break in to the salon so she could wash and style my hair. It's the little things that count.
I was looked after day and night by angel aids who helped transport me from bed to wheel chair.
After four days of rehab, I was finally going home.

15 comments:

Katie said...

Ow. ow. ow! That sock putting on is impressive!!

Robin said...

I watched my father-in-law go through physical therapy. It was very hard on him. You seemed to handle it with ease and grace. I am enjoying your Monday Memories.

Heather said...

So this was all while you were in Utah?

Oh, if I only I would have known you then-I would gladly don my housecoat and play with you!

Annemarie said...

I drove by Avalon the other day & chills ran up & down my spine.

andrea said...

in a very twisted way, i'm entertained by all this. maybe because you're so funny in your presentation. which is good, because then i don't have to cry for you.

and kudos on putting your own socks on. i would've just whined until someone did it for me. i like to do that now, i a perfectly healthy state, when it comes to housework.

Ilene said...

Is this the reason why most of your shoesday shoes feature non-socks?

I want to play penny pitch. I could use $1.50.

Jen said...

You have a great way of making a bad situation funny! This memory post helps remind me that it is the little things...like warm toes, that matter.

tawnya said...

That is impressive sock putting on skills. You could tour with that - it's gold!

volcom_LC said...

i, too, am loving your sock skills. i can't imagine having to learn how to redo so many simple things! thank goodness for your sense of humor- you really are such an inspiration!

Hazen5 said...

You are inspiring! Count down to our lunch date, 7 days?!

queenieweenie said...

wow. what an experience. i broke both my legs and my arm in 6th grade but I had my momma to take care of me.

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Jenibelle said...

It's sick I know, but I am so glad someone else has been miserable also!! Actually I laughed at the hair part, something about having our hair done just psychologically makes us feel better doesn't it?

And I am sporting a new version of your hair. Love it!

SavvyGirl & Company said...

Diane -- you are amazing!! And did it all with such dignity and style!

Denae (a.k.a. D-dawg) said...

Diane, I can't imagine going through what you did! You're so positive about it too. Keep that sock putting on contraption. It's cool and you might need it when you're older!

The Family Johnson said...

As long as I have know you you have always been an inspiration to me, but now even more so. I hope you realize how wonderful you are and how loved you are by sooo many!