The excrement has hit the rapidly revolving blades. When we wrote the last entry, Bobbi was making her usual uneventful clinical recovery. However, Lew was warning her that he feared her leg would fracture again as soon as she put weight on it. Everyone told Lew that he was mistaken and being unduely pessimistic. (This has been a problem throughout his career - whenever he gives a pessimistic prognosis, everyone else ridicules it; a prophet is without honor in his own country.)
Well, Friday the 20th she started doing exactly that. And started complaining about slowly increasing pain in the same spot over her tibia where the last fracture had occurred. At first she passed it off as not significant, and insisted on going to mass the next day, walking both in and out at the church. So by the time we arrived home (after DQ) she was in agony.
Of course, Bobbi's orthopod was unavailable over the weekend, and Bobbi was not able to contact him until after 9 AM on Monday. When she did so, they arranged a 1 PM appointment for her. After a great deal of frenzied running around she just made it. Xrays of the site disclosed that the tibia had pulled apart again at the same location and was displaced considerably. Her orthopod replaced the cast (sexy black) and returned her to her (ER) room. She was admitted and scheduled for repair on Tuesday about 1 PM.
Monday was confusion - first a side issue: Rob was scheduled to take a flight to Bangkok. But the airline advanced the schedule on him without notice and had to put him on a different flight the next day. No wonder they keep losing planes.
Tuesday: the hospital took Bobbi to surgery at least an hour early, so Lew didn't get to see her before she went down. She was in the OR less than 2 hours, but remained in recovery for longer. Plus she was out of it even longer. So Lew didn't get to see her on Tuesday.
Wednesday 25th = Bobbi in recovery, but Lew's shoulders, which had been aching for a few days, becoming intolerable.
Thursday 26th = Bobbi continued in RMH while the system sought to figure out what to do with her
Friday 27th = Bobbi moved to a NH.
Since then things only have gone downhill. This week she started PT, but on her birthday (the first) she experienced the onset of severe vomiting and diarrhea (hospitals are more dangerous than almost any other place you can think of). As of today, she says the vomiting has stopped but continues to sound very hoarse and weak. She has requested that she continue to have no visitors.
And so in that very unsatisfactory position we all remain. I'm sure there will be more to follow, but I'm not sure when I will be able to post again. Peace and Love -- A Ne'er-do-well
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