Last winter I repowered my old Boston Whaler and resolved to do a lot of fishing this year. At the end of April I awoke the day after a fishing trip with horrible hip and leg pain. Limped around for a few weeks hoping it would go away as it has before. It didn't. Ergo no Blade Show this year.
Orthopedic surgeon scheduled surgery in July. I called my cardiologist because I would have to come off Plavix for ten days. He said "No way!" I had two cardiac stents installed in January and he informed me that I had to stay on my Plavix for a year. He later relented and said that nine months seemed to be the magic number. In mid-October he finally cleared me for surgery after a nuclear stress test. So it's scheduled for November 30.
I have spent the last six months either limping very painfully around or lying on the bed on my left side, the only position in which I can get relief. My 5mg Oxycodone/Acetaminophen long ago lost any effectiveness. Now the increased dose of 7.5 mg is ineffective. They never helped very much anyway. Also, the lack of any meaningful physical activity is driving me nuts and I'm getting fat. This is the first football season in forty years that I didn't attend any Auburn hone games and missed most of my granddaughter's softball games. Nov. 30 can't come soon enough. It will be back surgery number four, my first being at age 22, ruined on a summer construction job. That's the one that caused me to lose my Air Force scholarship and be ineligible for any military service.
There may be some increased risk because of my heart situation. To heck with that, I've got to have some relief. I told Kathy that if I didn't survive, just put on my tombstone "My back doesn't hurt any more."
Orthopedic surgeon scheduled surgery in July. I called my cardiologist because I would have to come off Plavix for ten days. He said "No way!" I had two cardiac stents installed in January and he informed me that I had to stay on my Plavix for a year. He later relented and said that nine months seemed to be the magic number. In mid-October he finally cleared me for surgery after a nuclear stress test. So it's scheduled for November 30.
I have spent the last six months either limping very painfully around or lying on the bed on my left side, the only position in which I can get relief. My 5mg Oxycodone/Acetaminophen long ago lost any effectiveness. Now the increased dose of 7.5 mg is ineffective. They never helped very much anyway. Also, the lack of any meaningful physical activity is driving me nuts and I'm getting fat. This is the first football season in forty years that I didn't attend any Auburn hone games and missed most of my granddaughter's softball games. Nov. 30 can't come soon enough. It will be back surgery number four, my first being at age 22, ruined on a summer construction job. That's the one that caused me to lose my Air Force scholarship and be ineligible for any military service.
There may be some increased risk because of my heart situation. To heck with that, I've got to have some relief. I told Kathy that if I didn't survive, just put on my tombstone "My back doesn't hurt any more."
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