Well, I spoke with my surgeon's people the other day, and the date for my back operation is Monday, January 31.
I have a meeting before then with his Surgical Coordinator, who will go over with me all the various aspects of this, but so far I've been told that I will not be able to drive for four weeks, and I will be out of work for 6 to 8 weeks. Because I live alone, I will probably have to go into some sort of rehabilation facility for a week or so after I get out of the hospital, so I can have the 24/7 help I will need.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this does the trick...thanks, everyone, for your advice and kind thoughts, and I will keep you posted on what's happening.
Hang in there! Before my first surgery I was apprehensive, for my second I was cool as a cucumber since I knew what I was getting into. It was interesting how my 2nd "whacking," as I affectionately call 'em, went down.
It was scheduled for a Friday the 13th and every Nurse, or Tech, that I ran across during my pre-op office visits just had to comment on that fact, wondering if I thought it a good choice of date for such things. I told them that I was born on the 13th, not a Friday, but that I did turn 13 on a Friday the 13th. I remember sitting in Science Class that day watching the clock at it rolled around to 1:13 & 13 seconds. Nothing happened to me when all those 13's got stacked up but my table mate that day was gunned down by the Police about 6 years later. He deserved it though since he was robbing a bank at the time so I guess he made his own bad luck eh?
Back to the story; I worked the night before my 2nd "whacking" so, for me, it was kind of like business as usual. As I was driving to the Hospital that day, the 13th, my wife kept staring at me while I was stopped at a traffic light not too far from the Hospital. Because of this I turned to her and said, what? She said, "you act like you are just going up to the store for a loaf of bread or a gal. of milk." I said, yeah? She then said, bless her heart, "If it were me I would be afraid that I would end up dead or in a wheelchair, it being a Friday the 13th and all." In a very calm voice I asked, would you do me a favor? Wife: "Sure, what?" Please shut the "heck" up.
You'll be alright Beemerguy53 and one day this will all be a memory. Thinking about it, prior to my 1st, was far worse than actually having it done and the relief that I had was oh so sweet, even if it only lasted three years. This wasn't any fault of my Surgeon, I was injured, once again, at work through no fault of my own, same with this last time when I was hit in the back by a fork truck driver moving dunnage around by hand. I was just standing there putting on Oil Pans (3800 V6 Engines) when, wham, I was hit with the corner of a 25 lb., 5 x 5' plastic divider that Oil Pans were shipped in on, right where I had been worked on twice. There was no walking that one off and is the major contributor of why I'll need a third go around........
The reason that I included the last part is so you won't get discouraged and think that I had to have multiple "whackings" without good reason. Like I said, you'll be alright, just follow all the pre & post-op instructions and give your body the time it needs to heal before trying anything "they" say you shouldn't be doing and even after that I would feel things out as time goes on. You know your body better than anybody else and don't forget that fact when doing any post-op therapy.
Take care my S&W Friend!