quick update

Just spoke with Elizabeth who has had a good breakfast and is surrounded by nice nurses offering morphine. She's scheduled for more xrays and a lesson in getting around with crutches and may be discharged today.

da newn noos

Spoke with the Recovery people and they will be keeping her today. Her room won't be available till later, and I will post details for those of you in Ottawa who might wish to visit. btw, I told her of your kind messages (haven't been allowed in to give her print-outs) and she says many thanks to all. Probably the pain of separation from her LJ and friends is equal to that of her poor foot.

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hospital bulletin!

Elizabeth is about to be transferred out of Recovery; she's feeling tired and unwell and is looking forward to getting into the relative privacy of a room. She's asked if visiting can please wait till after she gets home. Sounds like she'll be home for quite a while.

message from the broken-footed one

Hi all - Elizabeth is comfortably ensconced in a comfy bed and the pain killers are working at the moment. She's written out a wee message for you - here it is:

"Yesterday I spent the day waiting for X-rays and surgery - which finally happened about 9:30 p.m.
"Today I spent in the post anaesthetist's room waiting for a real room - which I am now in. I have a real window and a more or less real bed, much better than the high-tech stretcher-bed that I spent a day in - which was called Stryker. Its name was printed on the side. This is frightening to an X-Men fan.
"Worse, my Stryker-bed was haunted. Too slowly to perceive, one end of it kept raising. I was supposed to be lying flat. I'd start out lying flat. After an hour or so, my head would be three feet higher than my toes. One orderly said he worried that I'd go sliding off onto my broken foot. I was worrying that I'd go the other way, landing on top of my head. Ouch. Concussion.
"And everyone who came by said, "What happened to your bed?"
"So now I'm in a regular room with four beds. One is empty--its inhabitant is still in surgery and the family naively believes she will be in the bed "soon". (Took me 11 hours to get from surgery to bed.) The girl across from me has just had thyroid surgery and is frightened. I didn't know what's wrong with the woman in the other bed, but her daughter has just been rushed to another hospital, bleeding profusely in a frightening emergency situation.
"Me, I feel comparatively lucky. Yes, my foot hurts. Hurts a lot. Last night after surgery it hurt enough to keep me awake despite Morphine and Percocet. But...thanks to Morphine and Percocet, it wasn't anything like as bad as it might be.
"I now have a plate with screws implated in my foot. I am a Cyborg, like Bannekaffalatta. (Yes, we have equal rights these days.)
"I don't know when I'm going home.
"Maybe not much walking for a while."

*The* doctor has not yet been in to see her to answer the important questions, and we are all hoping that tomorrow will provide the answers.