Sharon’s surgery went off without a hitch and as a result she penned this blog about the experience….
That fateful Monday all I wanted to do was get a better view of a creek yet I rarely if ever venture off any trail. I took a step on what looked like terra firma but instead was my ten foot crushing drop. By the time I yelled JOHN I had already crashed onto the rocks with such a force smashing my wrist, cutting my knee, losing my sunglasses , my droid phone and my visor. But adrenaline kicked in and I jumped right up and just wanted the hell outa there. We rushed to Seaside Providence ER whereupon I walked in and said I broke my wrist and need to see a doctor. Thank goodness I arrived on the shift of Mary the trauma nurse and Dr. Opie. They were fabulous professionals and 4 hours later after x-rays, sedation, Chinese finger torture, and stitches I was on my way home in a clunky splint and sling. I was told to see a surgeon as soon as possible because the extent of the break and dislocated bone made surgery a must. John called and somehow wrangled a next day appointment with a hand specialist, Dr. McPherson Beall, III at www.ofc-oregon.com/ whom Dr. Opie and Mary recommended.
The July 4th holiday meant that the soonest surgery appointment to my chagrin would not be until Friday at 9:45. Thankfully John arranged a reunion with friends of ours in Portland, CeCe and Brett, who have been a delight. Along with my great pain pills I have been able to truly enjoy a couple of nice tours the Gilbert’s showed us in and around the exciting city of Portland in the days awaiting surgery. John will describe those days in another blog.
Surgery day meant no food no water and worse no coffee after midnight Thursday night. We knew not being the first surgery of the day there would be likelihood for delays. Sure enough we ended up waiting an extra 1.5 hours. John is the real hero in this story after the daring rescue and on surgery day allaying my jitters and helping me with numerous nervous nervousness related trips to the restroom with the IV pole in tow. Not to mention he missed lunch not wanting to leave me alone…. Finally it was my turn and in no time the wizard (handsome too) anesthesiologist had my whole arm numb and then sent me off to dreamland. Dr. Beall (young like Doogie Howser) expertly pieced my bone together in just 40 minutes rather than the predicted hour and a half. He gave John pictures of the surgery and said there were not many shattered fragments. I am now in a petite splint allowing me much more freedom of movement and I am now, as a reader said, truly on the road to recovery! I am so thankful to all you readers and value your comments and friendship as well as the comments from my facebook friends more than I can express. Thank you to my dear cousin John tooooo….Your comments always brighten my day!!!
Lord knows what this fiasco will do to the budget but I am so impressed with the care I have received here in Portland and look forward to my follow up appointment July 18th. And John, my soul mate, thank you for your logic, patience and heroism throughout my trauma drama…
* Now that this is mostly behind we can get back to doing what we love to do best… explore our beautiful country!