Surgery April 02 2011, 0 Comments

Since the surgery was scheduled for the next day, I didn't have much time to think about it.  I was so ready to get to the healing part that surgery was a relief at that point.

Tom took me to the hospital at 6:15 a.m. In surgery at 8:15.  I can't say enough about how kind and caring the staff was to me.  Sure, it was their boss, THE Director of Orthopedic Bone Trauma that was doing the operation and they seemed to hold him in the highest of esteem.  I was very comforted by that because it was very clear that they thought there was no one more talented than Dr. Wiss.  In a lighter moment and as a needle was being placed into the top of my hand for fluids, one of the Anesthesiologists assistants showed me his busted up collarbone that he didn't get the surgery done on - and it was not pretty.  He assured me that it was a good thing to have broken mine as badly as I did so that they could put it back together properly.  I believed that to be true.

I don't remember being wheeled into the operating room - just waking up 3 1/2 hours later.  Once the anesthesia wore off, I felt awake, clear and ready to leave.  The Anesthesiologist checked in on me and we both decided he would talk to Dr. Wiss and get me released to go home - with pain meds, of course.  While I was waiting to get my exit x-ray, someone came around with lunch and Tom told me it was really good.  I got wheeled out and propped up in the car and was home shortly thereafter.  For the first time - ever - I knew I wasn't going to be able to clean the house - probably for at least a couple of days.   The pain was quite intense in the first 48 hours and then it kind of settled in and I honestly didn't even think about much of anything as I drifted in and out of drugged sleep.

My husband took great care of me, the cats and the house.  My Riding Instructor and her son took care of my horse and I just had no other choice but to settle in and take care of myself.

One lucky thing was that I was in really great physical shape when the accident happened.  After a week I felt really, really good.  I had achy pain and soreness but that was to be expected with the rearranging of muscle, re-attaching of the bone and the insertion of a metal plate and several screws.  I have to admit I felt a little bionic!   I was back to being driven over every day to see Tuxie for a few minutes and give him some carrots.  I could tell he was very unsettled but I knew as soon as I could I would be back to spending hours fawning all over him and he would be much calmer with the routine somewhat back to normal.

I had my one week Doctor visit and was told I was "above average" in healing.  Of course I was, I just wanted to get back on my horse!  It's all I thought about  and I believe in the possibility that you can will your body to hurry up and heal. Somewhat disappointing was the 5 week follow up and stern warning that "it would not be a good idea to get on your horse until after the next visit."

So...I was not happy about that (I was visualizing 3 weeks in my mind) and it took about 24 hours to settle in that this was not going to go as quickly as I hoped it would.  I missed my first Eventing Derby of the year and it was really hard to watch everyone leave the barn excited to ride and compete.  I wished them luck with a lump in my throat.  It's what I had been working so hard for and looking forward to and we were ready.  I got through the weekend and made some decisions about how I was going to get through the next 5 weeks and make some excitement happen for myself.

So, I am working with a trainer on lower body exercises, eating well and working on my Horseworship Equestrian Apparel business.  I am able to groom Tuxie and get him ready for my Instructor to ride and then groom/bathe him when his ride is over.  It has helped us to bond again and he and I are in a really good space together because of it.  I felt like he was worried I wasn't going to want him anymore after what happened but nothing could be further from the truth.  With animals actions do speak louder than words and my time with Tuxie has been as healing for me as it has been for him.

Today, I have 4 weeks until my next Doctor visit and even though I have settled into a wonderful new routine I can't help but count the days until I can get back on my boy and ride.

In the meantime, this is the ride I am on now and I am going to enjoy this too.