So old Toritto is now resting at home, sans spleen, with his eldest daughter Marie and the local visiting nursing and physical therapy staff. Youngest daughter Pam and her in-laws will be assisting next week ensuring the old man is well taken care of. I will have follow-up doctor visits including one for staple removal in the nest ten days to 2 weeks.
Most of you know I have been a type 1 diabetic for half a century and suffered a heart attack 25 years ago. leaving the old ticker in a weakened state. These issues have only complicated my current condition. But right now I am getting around the house with a walker, eating well and getting plenty of rest. Use it or lose it. My biggest problem has been leg edema and we are getting it under control. So far so good.
How did this happen to me? The story is almost laughable and it begins with a failure to connect dots, which seem to be completed unrelated.
I intend to outline this sad tale of woe in the next couple of posts. You will nod your head – “of course!” and then see the consequences of failure to connect the dots and overly specialized medicine.
Its April 30 and Toritto is in lockdown from the COVID – 19 pandemic. No one visited me. Trips for groceries were at an absolute minimum or ordered on line for home delivery. Doctor appointments were deferred several months. Like any responsible older American I knew I was responsible for my own health and on my own. My younger brother who will be 74 next month and is the consummate Wall Streeter and I would laugh; “Take care Bro! They won’t waste a ventilator on either one of us!!”
And so I was doing what the medical specialists recommended, I stayed home. Pam would visit with me through the window. She wouldn’t come in. She finally came in for Fathers’ Day when we shared a socially distant pizza.
So what did I do on April 30 to begin the downward slide and the first unconnected dot?
I fell. Yup. In the bathroom while hiding from the virus. Flop! On my left hip.
I laid there for a moment thinking about the classic old person with a broken hip, cursing my stupidity. And in some ways the humor of it all; here I am in lockdown from the virus and like an old fool I carelessly fall and break my hip. Idiot!
After a few moments of feeling sorry for myself I slowly and carefully try to move. The left leg moves. Sore but not incredibly so. I get up to hands a knees, move a bit on all fours and then holding onto the bathroom courter slowly attempt to rise. Easy does it. Voila! I am standing. Sore but standing. I don’t think anything is broken. Carefully I get one of my crutches out of the closet. I can walk.
Tomorrow I will call my Orthopedic bone guy to check out my hip. All of my doctors are “on staff”. I see them when I don’t need them so I may call them when I do.
The clock was already ticking.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
To be continued.