You probably saw my rants yesterday if you follow me on Facebook and Twitter (hint, hint). But here’s what’s going on: Nadine went in for hip replacement surgery first thing Monday morning, and they discharged her yesterday at 4 p.m.
Just to be clear, that means she was in the hospital less than 36 hours. To get a new hip. Yeah, that seems right.
At first, I thought it was the hospital pushing to free up a bed. But it turns out it was her specialist, and he doesn’t work for that hospital. So I guess they figure one night’s rest is plenty. Despite the fact that she kept falling asleep while they were trying to go through her discharge papers. Sure, that’s not a bad sign.
They called once they were at the front entrance, and it took me a little longer than expected. By that time, she was sweating, probably from standing up longer. It then took her around three minutes to get in the car because her leg didn’t want to move. And if you don’t think three minutes is a lot, try it yourself.
Before I went to bed, I went to check on her.When I got there, she was leaning on the bed with one hand and a cane with the other, trying to get around the corner of the bed. It took her around five minutes, maybe more. Even though she gave up on the cane and using the dresser to balance.
Then it was another few minutes to get the five feet to her walker. She sat down on it, and Marc pushed her to the bathroom. Even that less-than-15 ft trip took five or so minutes. She wasn’t able to keep her foot up, so every few inches Marc had to stop to let her pick up her foot, lest it get dragged under the walker.
By the time I left, they’d gotten to the bathroom. But it took her three or four minutes to get up from the walker and stand in the door frame. Still hadn’t made it to the toilet itself.
I left to go get my office chair. Like her walker, it has armrests so she can steady herself, and I’m hoping she can keep her foot on the casters rather than having to periodically lift her foot.
They decided to move Nadine over to Marc’s side of the bed, since there’s a bar on the wall over there. Plus, there’s no bed corner to round. So that speed up the process slightly.
But all this is to say that there is no way she should be home yet. She was originally told she’d leave on the third day, and I know an extra 24 hours isn’t a lot. But she’d have another 24 hours of practicing walking, having more assistance and getting one more night’s rest. I think it would have made at least a little more better. And maybe her pain pills would do more than just take the edge of the pain, which is what I suspect they currently do.
So yeah, our system is still horribly broken.
Anyone have any tips for someone on the mend from a surgery this big?
UPDATE: Apparently, Nadine fell in the bathroom last night. We were asleep, and I guess they didn’t want to wake up (?). So the had to get the fire department involved. According to Nadine, the bright side is that the firemen were cute.