While just lying on my back and doing a tricep exercise I crossed my left leg over on top of my right knee. I am six weeks postop, and as I understand it all these restrictions were to be lifted anyway.
I believe this happened because of my spinal cord injury and my weak left leg -which is predisposed to stuff like this. Needless to say, yesterday was a pretty depressing day. The paramedics got into my place, put me on laughing gas while they tried to package me to get me down the stairs of my place.
Once at the hospital I was put on some proforpropanol or something (yes – the Michael Jackson drug) and I was completely under while they relocated my hip; which dislocated again and was relocated the second time; all while I was out of it.
The thing is, it doesn't feel that bad. Although I was told to use crutches to get around, it's clear to me I really don't need them. In fact, I'm going to do some physio exercises and start trying to strengthen the stupid motherfucker.
It's a safe bet that Dr. Pritchett is going to want to see me down in Seattle as soon as possible. This sucks. I am beyond frustrated and angry, and yesterday did not know what to do with my life anymore. I feel I am so far away from where I want to be right now, and I am all alone dealing with this.
I am hoping I do not need more surgery to fix this. I am going to book an appointment with the physio and see what he thinks.