Thursday, March 15, 2012
Just a little update on little old me. We made it safe and sound back home today around 1 or 2ish. Let me tell you, this whole check-out from the hospital was a fiasco. Holy. Smokes.
Okay, let's start from the beginning. We got to the hospital around 6, on time and good to go. Started checking in, doing vitals and all that. She messed up some of my IV stuff... so like always I have crazy bruises on my hands and arms from attempting to get some good IVs. I don't know about this hospital. I mean, I know Vanderbilt is supposed to be impressive, like regarding their quality of care- but their patient bedside manners are not that impressive. They didn't seem very conducive to trying to keep Marcus updated with surgery things (as opposed to when people sit in the lobby waiting for text updates on a monitor). I dunno. It went okay, they did the billion questions making sure I knew what was going on, and then Marcus kissed me and they wheeled me into the operating room. It really freaked me out because I didn't want to be awake for that part, but I don't really remember much of it. The next thing I know they put an oxygen mask over me and I was out.
Then I wake up in the recovery room... in and out of consciousness.. trying to wake up out of the anesthesia, and getting frustrated because Marcus isn't around. I finally start coming around, asking for some water cause my throat is crazy dry, and then ask where my husband is. They said they'll call him. After I hang out in recovery for a couple hours, they give me some pain meds, and then some anti-nauseaus meds... and then wheel me into my hospital room. Pretty cramped, shared bathroom, no shower, and poor Marcus has a humbug sleeping recliner thing. We finally got into our room around 6 or so. Thank goodness for juice! I started drinking last night, some zing and c-ya... and of course some coconut milk. Man, like I said, so glad that we brought juice with us, because I was getting over their water. Through the night, I had to keep using the bathroom (I suppose that's good right? hydration) but it was humbug because Marcus would have to unplug my IV and then help me to the bathroom, then call the nurse to empty the liquid so they could keep track of how much my outtake was. But, at least he was able to get some sleep Wed night, since he definitely didn't get a lot of sleep Tues night before surgery. Speaking of sleep- we're soo crazy grateful for the Petersons for opening their house to us and letting us stay with them, and giving us an opportunity to have a place in Nashville for Marcus to hang out.
This morning the nurse came in around 7 or so and said they wanted to discharge me around 11. I don't really know what that means in the civilian world, but apparently it means they want you OUT of the room by 11. I didn't quite understand that, so after they finally gave us our prescriptions, I sent Marcus down to the pharmacy, where they took forever, I took a nap. Then Marcus went to the Petersons to get the rest of our juice from their fridge... and while he was gone they decided they wanted to get me out of the hospital room, and down to the clinic where they would take my xrays, and the docs would look me over one last time. I just felt like I was cattle, being herded from one room to the next. So this guy puts me in a wheelchair and carries one bag, and puts the rest on me and the wheelchair, and wheels me down. Halfway down I realize I left my pillow in the room, so he calls someone to bring it down. Then he takes me to the clinic- checks me in, and then unpacks all my stuff and leaves me in these chairs inside the clinic. Seriously, it was so random. Just sitting there, in a chair, with all my stuff in two other chairs. Just waiting. For xrays. This lady asks me if I've checked in, I said yes... and then she said she'll be with me as soon as she can, they're really backed up or something. Then she asks me if I have a hip graft, because I needed her help getting into the xray room, and she was mad that the dude just dropped me off without the chair. Then she called for another wheel chair, takes my xray, and puts me in a dental room waiting for the docs. And she brings all my stuff to me. And I wait. For Marcus to come back, for the doctors...
Dr. Press (the attending) said the xray looks really good. They used a small piece of hip bone, then added some bone shavings (cadaver, or bovine, not sure which one), then used some BMP (bone morphogenic protein). Prayerfully it all takes, and this will be the last surgery (minus adding the implants), and all of the graft will take. The small piece of hip bone was less than originally expected, so my walking around is much easier than the hip graft done in March of 2010. Praise God!
Next appt at Vanderbilt is next Friday around 11ish, and hopefully then they'll give me some of my surgery pictures, as well as all of my goodies from surgery (the titanium bars, the models, etc). For now, just waiting. He said physical therapy shouldn't start for at least a week, one patient insisted on starting early, and he actually broke his hip at therapy. Totally sucks right?
Pain-wise, mouth is doing okay, more my throat is super sore. They said they put gauze in the back of my throat to prevent any hardware from going down my throat, my but little dangling thing feels super swollen. A resident said sometimes when the suction thing catches the dangling thing, it gets all swollen and stuff. *great*. Anyway. Hip is sore, probably more sore than face/neck. And I guess that's about it. Other than my throat being sore. I feel like I need to hock up a lougy, but nothing is really coming out except some bloody stuff did come out during my shower. I did get to take a nice shower when we got home.
Well, I guess that's it. Super grateful for all the prayers, I definitely feel like this is the best surgery so far (even if the patient care wasn't that great). Sorry if this is babbling, but I took the narcotics but haven't taken a nap yet... so trying to get ready for bed and wanted to get it all out while I still remembered a little bit of it.
Catch you on the flip side!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Bwahaha. I wasn't trying to be witting in my title, but perhaps after I tell you this blog is about doing a juice *fast* you then realize it's a little funny.
I had the itch last week while I was ordering my weekly dose of fresh pressed juice from a little company in Nashville... that I would do a 3-day cleanse. I didn't really research it and just ordered like 16 bottles of 16oz juices to get me through my 3 days.
Last night I watched, "fat sick and nearly dead" and that will get you wanting to juice in a jiffy. So I decided (after weighing in this morning at 162.8! :/) that today (Sunday) would be a great day to start a 3-day juice fast.
The morning started off well, with some kale, beet, apple, ginger juice and drank almost 1.5liters of water by the time church was over. Then lunchtime came, and I was wanting some of those kalbi ribs hubby was cooking on the grill. I drank some more juice and water, and was starting to get kinda tired. I was trying to muster up the energy to go workout... since I hurt my toe Monday night... it's definitely put a damper on my workout routine. Throw in my period and crappy eating, hence the 162.8lbs this morning. No surprise... I know I need to work out and eat well to lose and maintain... but if I don't... then 162.8 happens. Needless to say, I started reading 3-day cleanse stuff on the internet... and most of them said, "do it when you can rest and take it easy" well then...
Instead of going to the gym I watched part of the "The Gerson Miracle" and took a nap. Waking up I feel a bit better... but of course I want something to eat, and I'm not too sure I'll be able to keep this up through the work week... especially with all the working out I'm required to do.
Which kind of makes me feel like a failure. I don't like to start something and not finish it. I don't like not meeting my goals. But, as my husband reminded me... I have a lot on my plate (to include most likely a chance of flying to Colorado this upcoming weekend for a work trip-which kinda bums me out... missing out on an ideal 3-4day period of being able to rest and fast).
I've had to modify my goal- a one day juice fast. And realistically, looking back I realized that to include the juice I drank after my nap, I had only had 3 8oz glasses of juice. Not sure if that was necessarily enough. And realistically, the REAL goal here was getting back on track.
So here I am...getting back on track. :D
Monday, February 06, 2012
I just finished Lysa Terkeurst's book, "Made to Crave."
It's all about taking our inherent cravings and fulfilling them with God instead of food, or other things. This book she specifically talks about food.
And man, was it a good book. I read through a little fast, because I wanted to read it, but I'll be re-reading it starting tomorrow in my devotionals and then a group of women at church will start the DVD guided study in a couple weeks.
It's. So. Awesome. If you're a christian woman and struggle with food/body issues...this book is for you. She's so real, and honest, and she uses scripture! and gives action plans. Totally Inspired. And convicting. Man... I didn't realize how much I used food to fulfill my cravings...
Some favorite quotes:
"We can step on the scale and accept the numbers for what they are-an indication of how much our body weighs-and not an indication of our worth." ch7-I'm not defined by the numbers
"Define your week by obedience, not by a number on the scale." Ch 8-making peace with the realities of my body
"I can't live with divided loyalties. I can either be loyal to honoring the Lord with my body or loyal to my cravings, desires and many excuses for not exercising." Ch9-but exercise makes me want to cry
"Whatever the situation, I keep asking God to be my daily portion..." "nothing in this world can ever fill us like God's portion." ch13-overindulgence
"This is where pity parties are held and we all know pity parties demand an abundance of high-calorie delights, eaten and eaten some more. But pity parties are a cruel way to entertain for they leave behind a deeper emptiness than we started with the first place." ch14-emotional emptiness
"In a deprived state we are much more likely to give in to things we shouldn't." Ch15-the demon in the chips poster
There's a lot more to this book, but these are some of the lines I highlighted (there are many more) ...
For now...I dream about juicers (can save a lot of money by getting two different juicers that do the same thing as the $2500 norwalk... and could do some great things... and using God's strength through me to fight these cravings so I don't overindulge.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I thought long and hard about it...Okay, not really. But my daily weigh-ins since the time hubby came home had been relatively consistent around 161.2 +/- .3lbs or so. My girl SALBATROSS has been about the same way too. Something in me clicked... I've been sabotaging my own efforts! It's like, I got below the dreaded 170lbs, and got close to 160lbs, but never below it...and I think I was secretly throwing in the towel thinking, "I'm just always gonna be 161.2lbs..."
Yes, my eating has been whack, thankfully the workouts have been consistent. Since my surgery is delayed (no date yet, we're in a holding pattern--that's a whole 'nother blog right there!) I've been trying to push myself to keep working out as hard as I can for as long as I can, cause once I go on that table, it's gonna be a slow ride of recovery...
A group of ladies from church started getting together last Saturday to do a "Made to Crave" bible study. It's a book, basically written to describe our craving for something in life is meant for God, not for food. PERFECT for me, the emotional eater. That day, I met another Paleo woman-such a blessing. She's been encouraging me to stay strong...and Sunday I tried to stick to it, but caved with some leftover pizza, that tasted way better Saturday night (you know, that "last junk food meal" we always go for before we start fresh...) Monday was my first day strict Paleo, and this morning it was awesome to weigh in at 160.8! We'll see how tomorrow goes before I update the weigh in. But that showed me that I CAN do it, and I'm GONNA do it!
Tonight I made a delicious grain free brownie cheesecake swirl thingy. Not Paleo, but not 100% crap food either. Organic pure cocoa powder, eggs, (I forgot the almond butter), coconut crystals, honey, vanilla, some dairy/soy/nut free chocolate chips & organic cream cheese). Delicious-ness. And I'm not perfectly Paleo since OBVIOUSLY that has sweets... but let me tell you, it's a whole lot better than those blasted mint OREOS! :D
Anyway. I'm excited for tomorrow morning. Well, we're having a ruck march for work, and I can't ruck because it strains my jaw, but I'll be walking with my uniform on (aka in my boots)... and my delicious breakfast afterwards will be... dun dun dun: bison sausage with avocado and raw sauerkraut. That's right people, I read an article on Balanced Bites about how good raw sauerkraut is for you (raw just means it's fermented naturally, without eat, so literally, water and salt and cabbage)... and it's a natural probiotic!! Helps the tummy, and no dairy!!! And I prepped my green smoothie for tomorrow: red kale, collard greens, swiss chard, celery, apple, pear, ginger, and I'll throw in frozen mango and pineapple. Lunch will be steamed spinach with chicken picatta, and snacks will be kale chips.
Night night ya'll!
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