It has been a rough week, but it's good to be home. If only I could feel confident that my big sister was finally on the mend. About two months ago she had her fourth joint replacement surgery -- a knee this time. (Between the two of them, my sisters have had two hips and five knees done. Yes, five.) Miss Poo never did recover from her last hip surgery as well as hoped and, several years later, still has to sleep sitting up in a recliner. So, this time, she decided to bite the bullet and check into a rehab facility for a week after leaving the hospital.
At first it was amazing, and she was progressing beyond expectations. But, then, she woke up in agonizing pain, with her entire leg bright red, hot to the touch, and swollen up ready to burst. It took two different rounds of antibiotics to finally get the cellulitis infection under control, and she ended up staying in the rehab facility for a month instead of a week, but without making any progress whatsoever on her mobility. In fact, she went in reverse, forming lots of scar tissue while her leg was immobilized. After a couple of weeks of useless therapy, they decided the only course of action was to take her back to the hospital, put her to sleep, and bend and squish her knee so hard that it forced all the scar tissue to just rip apart. Fun, right?
That's where I came in, as she needed transportation to daily therapy. She won't be able to drive herself anywhere until she's off the pain meds, and she's still in a lot of pain. It would all be worth it if we were finally seeing some signs of progress but, so far, that just isn't happening.
On the bright side, by my last night there she finally felt well enough for us to venture out to my favorite burger joint, Beck's Prime, for their infamous Hickory Cheeseburger.
Although, truth be told, she probably didn't feel up to it. She just really, really loves me!