The orthopedic surgeon's wonderful nurse called yesterday: I go under the knife (and saw) at 7:30 on Monday morning.
*tosses confetti from my chair*
It's probably really warped that I'm so excited, but I am so looking forward to being out of pain -- or at least in a different, much more temporary kind of pain.
This pre-surgery week has had tough drug restrictions: no Celebrex (celecoxib), no Darvocet (propoxyphene), no naproxen... I still get to take Vicodin (hydrocodone), but it's not nearly enough to make things tolerable, regardless of what
House might tell you. Not sure why people would want to take it ~ I don't even get a buzz from it. *shrug* At least I don't have to worry about becoming addicted to it.
On the silver lining side of life, I've lost 20 pounds and gone from a size 12 (US) to a size 6 since the New Year. Pain brings nau sea which means I don't eat. Once I get the new hip, I'm counting on being able to get back on the elliptical and treadmill, so I'm hoping to keep the weight off by exercising (and not doubling up on my beloved carbs).
Love to my
flist ~ I've been reading and (rarely) commenting. I'll continue to lurk once I'm out of the hospital later next week.