Thursday, November 27, 2014

A Tale of Two Thanksgivings
At first i started out depressed because i was alone in the hospital the night before Thanksgiving. Even my roommate left. She was my second one. I felt like I was outliving everyone. All of the other people got to leave purgatory and I was stuck with more work to do on myself. Or my leg I guess.
Then it became today. My doctor came in and told me I would be fine to not see them until Saturday morning for a bandage change. Ecstatic! Especially because another roommate was on her way in and I couldn't outlive 3 people. No way.

I guess I forgot to mention surgery and how that went. It was great! Apparently it was really long too. I went in at 9 and I didn't get back to my room until like 2. I know some of that time was spent in recovery telling everyone how beautiful they were and how I didnt want to leave them. I was having a bunch of pain after the surgery and so i think they overdosed me again. Haha.

Anyway, I ended up with a giant plate in my leg and a bunch of screws. Its pretty intense. I became THAT person today and posted a picture of my *insert weird thing here*. I think it deserved a shout out.

David picked me up and we went to the pharmacy for really expensive ibuprofen  and needles. Chelsi has graciously agreed to be the person to give me my shots every night. I can thank her for not getting blood clots and dying. Thanks Sis.

I took my usual post in the corner of the couch and watched as the magic began. We put on a Christmas channel on Pandora and began to set up the tree. I have a video and what's on it is magical. Theres dancing by David and Chelsi and so much wonder from the kids as they pull out their ornaments from years past. They are so excited. The ornaments are so fun. Im so thankful every year for Aunt Taras ornaments. They mean the world to me. The kids like them too.

A big giant shout out to Stacey for bringing me my first thanksgiving. And then to the Manning family for taking in my family and feeding them. They went up (down?) the street to our neighbors house and ate like crazy. Im not gonna lie, I got food from there too. These people (the Forshees and Mannings and so many others) have become like family. They always said it would happen. And it did. Especially lately. The Malon family came and visited me in the hosptial and brought a gorgeous Christmas plant. Chelsi and Lara came and washed my hair. Lara shaved my toefro. True friends!
Ill have to get a picture tomorrow cause this tree.... is amazing. Im pretty sure its going to topple over from the overwhelming amount of ornaments on the front bottom part of the tree where Sadie put her favorites. And although the garland is crooked, and it stands at only 4 feet tall, its home. And i am so thankful to be here.





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Monday, November 24, 2014

Bologna for Breakfast and Other Weird Hospital Things


At the hospital, its okay to not wear a bra. Or underwear. But if you do wear underwear it's definitely okay to wear ones that say "I love you". Thanks a lot David. We shared a nice laugh over that. At least those surgeons will know they are loved.

I'm in a weird cast and I dont have crutches. But I still have to use the bathroom. That should paint a picture enough. Truth is though, I have a wheelchair but i dont know how to use the brakes. So you can imagine how well that goes since i cant put pressure on my foot and ive got to get out of bed, into the chair and onto the toilet.

The good thing about German hospital care is they are very hands off. I am not attached to anything. Or anyone really. So David kidnapped me today and we took a stroll outside the hospital with our borrowed wheelchair. He took me in the sand of the kids playground and through the revolving doors in the hospital, rather quickly. At one point he would only do 90 degree turns. It was embarrassing only when he almost ran into someone.

Now I'm not sure if its Germany or if I'm hallucinating but I'm pretty sure bologna and a pickle for dinner is weird. Lunch must be the big thing here because it's the only meal that is warm and substantial. Breakfast is bread and more bread and maybe some more bologna. Lunch is usually really yummy and dinner is weird. I wish i could post pictures (no wifi either). It was 4 slices of various bologna meat. What do they call that here? A pickle, yogurt, 2 slices of rye bread and tea. True statement. David's been smuggling in delicious food for me.

I know it seems like I'm complaining, but I'm not. No i really am. However, it is not as bad as the horror stories you hear on the Graf/Vilseck Army Wives page. Weiden Hospital is a fine place to be treated for emergency care. Really. I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

Also, tonight is the first night I have had a nurse who speaks great English. As in, he gets humor and implied humor. Its so amazing and i immediately have felt better. I know what they are injecting into my stomach and i know what theyre telling me to drink and i even know what visiting hours are now! Its only been 3 days. Lol.

The doctors came and talked to me and they too spoke English. I am having surgery tomorrow and I have 3 breaks. Theres even a name for it but I cant remember what it is. They are going to attempt to fix it without a rod so that I will be mobile and in a walking cast after 2 weeks. They will stich my ligaments and things back together. If they do place a rod, I will have to stay off of it for 6 weeks. The chief of surgery is doing my operation. Its a real life version of Grey's Anatomy!

So that's all. Im roommate less for now and im thankful for that too. Im even tired so I'm going to attempt some sleep before the big day! Woot!

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Why I Won't Go See Mockingjay Part One
Plans were in place. I had a date on the way. Who also has a husband. But that's besides the point. Anyway, I put on a smoky eye, lip stain, a cute jacket and my sparkly boot socks.

And then it clicked. Well snapped. Literally. It hit me, as I glided (I say glided cause it's much nicer than fell) down the stairs. I wouldnt be seeing The Hunger Games tonight because I would be spending it in the hospital instead.

As I layed in the doorway to Jacksons room, I was holloring in pain much as im sure Katniss does in the movie, although I won't know at least for awhile. I thought for sure I could make it a few years without these stairs getting the best of me. All of my Germany friends know what I'm talking about when I say its you against them. 3 sets of them. They won this time.

I convinced David and Chelsi to please call 911 except thats not the number in Germany. And I probably didn't say please. We had to Google it. None of us will forget from now on. It's 112 here.
I cried and begged and acted like a fool asking them to please help me. They assured me they were doing everything they could which they really were. I didnt want to be moved but I wanted to be moved. I wanted it to stop but I didnt want them to touch me. Nevie was so sweet. She started crying and asked me several times if I was okay. It wasn't until i told her I was that she was convinced, and her little eyes stopped frowning.

The paramedics arrived and they so felt so bad for not being able to find a vein for an IV so they called the doctor to come do it. What? Awesome! Thank you for caring Germany.

He found it less than one minute after arriving and immediately I felt better. Mostly cause they pumped something amazing into my arm. A few minutes later, I was still feeling a little pain so the doctor gave me more cause he said i was such a good patient. Haha.

That's when they relocated my dislocated ankle. David said something was protruding and they put it back in place. He didnt even get a picture of the before. Haha.

On the way to the hospital they made me count 10 deep breaths because i really wanted to take a nap! After vomiting at the hospital, he said he probably over did it on the medication. Lol. I kept asking them if they were all grossed out and David is pretty sure they had no idea what that phrase meant. They were so nice! Although, even when high, I didn't want to take my clothes off in front of 3 men and 4 women so half of them left. Is that normal? David was such a good sport trying to walk them through my crazy questions about Germans and nudity and other such topics.

Christina in the ER was so kind. She was funny and like a mom. She took care of me and laughed at my stupid jokes and answered all my dumb questions. Remind me to thank her. Dr. Harsch (true name) was also very nice.

I got an x-ray by Christian. And it has been determined at this time I have a fractured fibula and ankle. The doc wants a CT scan so that's happening tomorrow. He said this kind of fracture (in my leg) is rare. In the meantime I'm casted and enjoying my view from the 5th floor of the Weiden Hospital.

Although I'm sharing a room (she's nice and is helping me translate things from my nurse who hardly speaks English), the room is awesome and my bed is comfortable (it has this amazing duvet covered comforter).

Im fighting in my own hunger games though as im not allowed to eat before my CT scan. Who will win? What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next installment of Lisas Hunger Games!
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