Thursday, November 17, 2005
Things I have in Common with Grandma
I'm about the same height. We both wear size seven shoes. We both take lots of medications. Both of us are currently having some trouble getting around, and neither of us is going to be completing our Olympic floor exercise routine any time soon. I think I inherited Grandma's forehead. We both really dislike physical therapy. I collect dolls like Grandma does. And I fully confess I got the idea of decorating my Christmas tree in white and gold from Grandma, who did it first.
I have a broken hip, now, too.
My fall the other day put a fracture in one of the weakened areas of my pelvis. I called my pain management/physical medicine doctor (Dr. Nadjarian) this morning, who stopped short of calling me an idiot and insisted I come in for ex-rays at the emergency center that's downstairs from his office. He told me to call a cab.
I was leery, but the cab dude turned out to be very nice. He helped me to the car and turned out to be a huge proponent of librarians. In fact, he used to have a job selling books to librarians. "Those librarians can be crazy to hang out with," he said. "They get pretty wild." I commented that I think librarians tend to feel compelled to rebel against the stereotype.
"It's true," he agreed, then went on an impassioned diatribe about how libraries are not sanctified spaces of higher learning any more and he gets so angry when he sees "these kids today" yakking on their cell phones at the library. I hear ya, mister.
After a brief and confused trip upstairs, I was made to understand that I should check in at the emergency desk downstairs to be evaluated by the ER doctor. At this point Brian surprised me by showing up at the medical center; when he got my message he told work he was leaving to go to the hospital...I'm not too sure that is going to bode well for his job, but I was glad he was there with me. The ER doctor moved my leg in various directions and observed my grimace of pain and sharp intake of breath in a very clinical fashion. Then they sent me for ex-rays. (The radiology people commented they could still see the barium in my system from the CT scans.)
There probably isn't much that can be done surgically to address the fracture; it's not the kind of injury that pins or false joints can repair. Unlike Grandma, I do not need a hip replacement. They gave me crutches to walk with, advised me to keep my weight off of it, and Dr. Nadjarian said he would call UM and try to set something up with an orthopedic specialist there since I'm going to be transferring my oncology to UM anyway.
It looks like I will be spending some more time at home for a while. I just got cable and will be able to watch Trading Spaces just like I get to do at Grandma's house.
I have a broken hip, now, too.
My fall the other day put a fracture in one of the weakened areas of my pelvis. I called my pain management/physical medicine doctor (Dr. Nadjarian) this morning, who stopped short of calling me an idiot and insisted I come in for ex-rays at the emergency center that's downstairs from his office. He told me to call a cab.
I was leery, but the cab dude turned out to be very nice. He helped me to the car and turned out to be a huge proponent of librarians. In fact, he used to have a job selling books to librarians. "Those librarians can be crazy to hang out with," he said. "They get pretty wild." I commented that I think librarians tend to feel compelled to rebel against the stereotype.
"It's true," he agreed, then went on an impassioned diatribe about how libraries are not sanctified spaces of higher learning any more and he gets so angry when he sees "these kids today" yakking on their cell phones at the library. I hear ya, mister.
After a brief and confused trip upstairs, I was made to understand that I should check in at the emergency desk downstairs to be evaluated by the ER doctor. At this point Brian surprised me by showing up at the medical center; when he got my message he told work he was leaving to go to the hospital...I'm not too sure that is going to bode well for his job, but I was glad he was there with me. The ER doctor moved my leg in various directions and observed my grimace of pain and sharp intake of breath in a very clinical fashion. Then they sent me for ex-rays. (The radiology people commented they could still see the barium in my system from the CT scans.)
There probably isn't much that can be done surgically to address the fracture; it's not the kind of injury that pins or false joints can repair. Unlike Grandma, I do not need a hip replacement. They gave me crutches to walk with, advised me to keep my weight off of it, and Dr. Nadjarian said he would call UM and try to set something up with an orthopedic specialist there since I'm going to be transferring my oncology to UM anyway.
It looks like I will be spending some more time at home for a while. I just got cable and will be able to watch Trading Spaces just like I get to do at Grandma's house.
Labels: barium, Brian, Dr. Nadjarian, fracture, Grandma, hip, physical therapy, University of Michigan Cancer Center, x-rays
