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Surgery US vs MX

9 Aug

This week I had the long awaited surgery to remove the hardware from my leg. It has been two years since the original accident and I had hit a wall with ongoing pain and lack of improvement to  mobility.

I am lucky to have health insurance in the US so I chose to travel here for the procedure. I am glad that I did but the difference in care was glaring.

I’ll start by saying that this was my experience and not a generalization of care in either country.

I found care in México to be more humanizing. Doctors and nurses were friendly and not always in a hurry.  They did not enter my room trailing a computer with a list of tests to perform.

The US hospital was not a place of rest or recuperation. Sensory overload, with lights turned on and off all night. Anyone that’s ever been in a US hospital expects it. “That’s the way things are”. Lots of rules, no flexibility. It felt like a manufacturing line.

I WAS sent home with a great deal of support. Home health (HH) care came by the house the following day to go over my many prescriptions and answer questions. In the hospital I had multiple people, social worker, OT, PT, nurses, physician’s assistant, giving me sometimes conflicting instructions. I’m not sure how they expect a drug addled, post op, 74 year old to keep it all straight. And yes, I’m playing the age card. Thank God for Lisa. NEVER go to the hospital alone.

This is not ALL that I’m taking.

In Mexico my surgeon came by my house. The only problem was his treatment was outdated. He wanted me to stay in bed. In the US I was walking to the bathroom immediately.

I cannot speak to all Mexican orthopedic surgeons. My suggestion is to travel to a large city with a teaching hospital, if at all possible.

Food in the US was much better. Too bad I ate none of it.

At the moment pain is manageable and I am sleeping a lot. My appetite is nonexistent I’m having to force myself to eat. HH will be here next week and I return to my surgeon in two weeks. I am pleased with how things are going and confident this surgery was the right decision for me.

I hope to be returning home to Mexico in 4-6 weeks. Fingers crossed.

DOS TORTAS

Take The Chance Or Play It Safe?

5 Jul

Life can turn on a dime and mine certainty did two years ago.

While playing with the dog and making a sharp turn, my feet tangled and I landed hard on my hip.

Since the accident, I have been juggling pain meds, unable to walk very far and wanting to find a way back to myself, wherever and whoever that is. At the same time I’ve been very grateful to be able to walk at all.

Things took an unexpected turn this past April when a doctor in Austin, Texas suggested I have the hardware in my leg removed. That statement took me back to Mexico and then back to Texas.

The short version of this twisty turny saga is that I have a surgery date of August fifth to cut my leg open again. I am both excited and scared. Having been told by three doctors that there are no guarantees, I’m never the less choosing to go through with it.

What is life if not a roll of the dice? Meanwhile I will work hard to be in shape for the big day. I am currently in California dog sitting for this little fluff ball.

Meet my daughter’s new little trouble maker Ollie.

DOS TORTAS

We Plan God Laughs

4 Oct

We planned one back surgery and ended up with two! After days of severe pain and numbness, following spinal fusion, the doctor reopened the surgical site to clean out the wound and remove the spacer he had inserted five days prior.

We stayed in the hospital a few more days. Any plans of returning to Bacalar over the weekend were shot to hell. While Lisa was in surgery, I got a clear-sky hospital view of the lunar eclipse.

Forgive my goofy photo. It's what happens with no sleep and high stress.

Forgive my goofy photo. It’s what happens with no sleep and high stress.

We had so much unexpected support during our eleven days in Merida. Our Airbnb hosts visited the hospital with flowers and food. Our friends Gabriel and Monica left a family reunion to be with us in the hospital. The love was overwhelming. The owner of a little hotel we’d stayed at showed at the hospital and took me to dinner. I can’t even describe what it was like to be so cared for.

Now here’s the kicker. I’m sick. I came down with a mosquito born illness called chikengunya. The main symptom at the moment is fatigue. It’s taken me hours to write this blog. So I will post a few exterior house photos and call it quits.

DOS TORTAS

Our lovely entrance. I looking for a bench.

Our lovely entrance. I’m looking for the perfect bench.

The path around the front.

The path around the front.

North side with our little stand of bamboo.

North side with our little stand of bamboo.

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