As stated below, this blog is supposed to be about my new career as nurse, but obviously, that has been sidelined due to my recent impediment. So, until that happens (end of September) I will write about everything else in my life (well, almost everything).
Today I had a follow-up doctor's visit and I was told I could throw away the crutches! I wanted to literally throw them away, but my roommates would rather add it to our collection of growing medical supplies (I told them they should start renting out pieces, but they thought a "Medical Supply Garage Sale" was funnier. Whatever floats your...wheelchair). Anyways, in addition to doing without crutches, I was told that all activity is as tolerated and that I can slowly stop using the boot. Yay! Sans running. But who likes to run anyways?
I came home and immediately tore off the steri-strips so I could get a real good look at my suture line. It's a pretty straight line if you ask me...I am quite impressed. I told my roommates if I am ever to get a tattoo it will look like this: X___________
Sign Here
Get it? The line is my scar! Upon stating this though I got a look from one of my roommates that said, "Uh-uh, I don't think so. And if you do, I will not see the humor in this, at all. And I have a great sense of humor." Needless to say, I don't think I'll be inking myself anyways in the near future because let's be honest, eventually gravity will ensure that line won't stay straight.
For the past three weeks I've been doing my exercises (deep knee bends five times a day for 20 minutes each) to get ready for today! Now that I'm here though, I don't know what to do. I had a great schedule worked around daytime television (yes you read that right, no cable in this house) to get my DKB's in. Now that I don't have exercises to do, I have regained 100 minutes in each day. What a wonderful problem to have.
For the next few weeks I have some social engagements to partake in and look forward to coming out of hibernation to enjoy the rest of what is left of summer. Who knows what that will bring, but if it's interesting and "blog worthy," you might read it here!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Hellloooo everyone!! Welcome to my new blog. Some of you know that I was writing for school (shout out to Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing), but since I've graduated, I've decided to continue blogging and on my own terms (read: no editing. yay!). I liked writing about nursing school experiences, but now that I've been released into the real world who knows where this blog will take me. I hope to share experiences as a new nurse and any other life adventures that may follow.
So..where did I leave off? I believe the last blog I wrote was about how I was so happy to have graduated school and move on and blah blah blah. Fast forward two months after graduation and you find me in bed, in July, with a broken ankle and a torn ligament. True story!! Haven't even started work yet and I'm already on disability (jk jk). Long story short I was doing a water walk in Israel (staffing a Birthright trip, Hi Alufim!) and I slipped on a rock that had rushing water coming over it. I really thought I could step on the rock, but then again, I also like to think I don't get scared in the dark by myself. Anyways, after a trio of French doctors offered to exam me (a psychiatrist, hematologist and a guy debating on whether to go into Optometry or Neuro-Surgery), I got an x-ray. It was confirmed that I indeed broke my ankle/tore a ligament and was given an old-skool white plaster cast. It looked like paper-mache that a five-year-old slapped on me. After lugging my bum leg around Israel for two more days I finally was on a flight back to America where I had another doctor's appointment to confirm whether I needed surgery or not (the Israeli doctor very nicely offered to do surgery this week or next, but I politely declined saying that I think by then I'll be back in the States. Israelis are so generous). After lots of tears and fighting with the airlines, I also was not allowed on the flight from Germany to JFK (we had a stop-over) and I was forced to hop off the plane and go to a medical clinic in the airport. My cast was split (in case of swelling during the flight), I was given a salad and then I slept until they got me on a new flight. All in all I made it back to America Thursday evening where two great friends picked me up, threw me in the backseat, and drove down to Maryland. All on one leg!
Friday was an early day and by 1pm I was in the operating room having 8 pins and a metal plate placed into my leg. I awoke a few hours after the start of surgery and even made it home in time for Friday night dinner. The main thing I remember from that evening is falling asleep at the table mid-chew and then waking back up to resume chomping.
That brings me up to date. I was supposed to start work a week from yesterday, but obviously I need two feet to walk on every day so I'm delaying my start date. Hopefully, my recovery will be speedy and thorough and I'll be back to running around in no time.
Until then, don't hike in Crocs. And if you do, know that a bionic ankle might be waiting for you at the end.
So..where did I leave off? I believe the last blog I wrote was about how I was so happy to have graduated school and move on and blah blah blah. Fast forward two months after graduation and you find me in bed, in July, with a broken ankle and a torn ligament. True story!! Haven't even started work yet and I'm already on disability (jk jk). Long story short I was doing a water walk in Israel (staffing a Birthright trip, Hi Alufim!) and I slipped on a rock that had rushing water coming over it. I really thought I could step on the rock, but then again, I also like to think I don't get scared in the dark by myself. Anyways, after a trio of French doctors offered to exam me (a psychiatrist, hematologist and a guy debating on whether to go into Optometry or Neuro-Surgery), I got an x-ray. It was confirmed that I indeed broke my ankle/tore a ligament and was given an old-skool white plaster cast. It looked like paper-mache that a five-year-old slapped on me. After lugging my bum leg around Israel for two more days I finally was on a flight back to America where I had another doctor's appointment to confirm whether I needed surgery or not (the Israeli doctor very nicely offered to do surgery this week or next, but I politely declined saying that I think by then I'll be back in the States. Israelis are so generous). After lots of tears and fighting with the airlines, I also was not allowed on the flight from Germany to JFK (we had a stop-over) and I was forced to hop off the plane and go to a medical clinic in the airport. My cast was split (in case of swelling during the flight), I was given a salad and then I slept until they got me on a new flight. All in all I made it back to America Thursday evening where two great friends picked me up, threw me in the backseat, and drove down to Maryland. All on one leg!
Friday was an early day and by 1pm I was in the operating room having 8 pins and a metal plate placed into my leg. I awoke a few hours after the start of surgery and even made it home in time for Friday night dinner. The main thing I remember from that evening is falling asleep at the table mid-chew and then waking back up to resume chomping.
That brings me up to date. I was supposed to start work a week from yesterday, but obviously I need two feet to walk on every day so I'm delaying my start date. Hopefully, my recovery will be speedy and thorough and I'll be back to running around in no time.
Until then, don't hike in Crocs. And if you do, know that a bionic ankle might be waiting for you at the end.
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