Memores

 Let's start from the beginning. I was bon in Ketchikan, Alaska in 1937. Everything was going smoothly. until about 1942. That was the anniversary of my first surgery. It was in Olympia General Hospital. I remember a nurse telling my mother I probably wouldn't survive.My memories of that surgery were of first of all being left outside of the surgery room by myself. Next I was moved inside and was sitting on someone's lap. I was told to decide if I wanted to go back and live my life or go with the person I was talking to. I chose to live my life.

As a result I have had 11surgries, including one for cancer. I have been married twice, neither one happy and have three grown children. Only one of them still speaks to me. I must have done something right!

The question I am asking myself today is, dd I make a mistake?  

Six Months

Today is six months since I tripped over my own feet and ended up in an ambulance on my way to Cibola General Hospital in Grants, New Mexico. I suspect I was given medication to block the pain as I have no memory of the next four days.I know I ended up in Loveless Hospital and my surgery took place on the 25th of July. I broke several bones in the original hip replacement. 

It's been a long six months, with a stay of two weeks in what used to be Good Sam in Grants and therapy at Cibola General Hospital. I still call the facility in Grants Good Sam because that's what it was called when I briefly worked there. At the time  it was my job to provide activities to give the residents money. When I quit I was told by the administrator that I had made more money than anyone else in that job.

I have to admit it was strange to be on the patient side of things. I was grateful when the day came that I was released to go home. It as also strange when it was time to do therapy several times a week at Cibola General Hospital. 

As six months since my surgery is Sunday, I am waiting to see if I will need my walker or cane anymore.