This also shows what a big boy I was. Approx 310 lbs. and this was after losing 15 lbs on doctors orders.
The surgery was the least part of my worries. It was the rehab that tested me, my friends and family.
A few weeks later, I was home and had a reaction to a sleeping pill. Cousin Fran got the EMTs and I was back in the hospital. More testing and off the AMBIEN then back home. This time with "Visiting Angels" to babysit thru the night for a few weeks.
All goes well for a while and I think I'm doing fine. No need for "Angels". Suddenly early one morning ( about 2:30am) I wake up and I am losing motor functions. Fortunately, Tim made sure I had my phone nearby and luckily Fran's number came up. After much confusion and mumbling on my part, Fran decided to come over and get the EMT's again. ( I firmly believe that she saved my life.)
The EMTs checked my sugars and I had a glucose count of 47. Damn close to a diabetic coma. EMTs administered glucose and I started to come back quickly. Back to the hospital for more tests.
Apparently I wasn't eating due to pain drugs. I had lost almost 65 lbs! Yet I was still taking the diabetes meds without checking my count. Doctor switched my meds and the "Visiting Angels" were back.
This January was one year. I'm happy to report that the surgeon says the knee is OK and I don't have to see him for 2 years. YEA!
My regular Doc says my diabetes is back under control. I don't need to see him for 6 months. I have kept the weight off. I excecise a little and watch my diet. I check my sugars regularly too. While in physical therapy many friends and family members helped drive me there. A big THANK YOU to all of you.
If there is a moral to this whole experience I believe I am under the watchful eyes of many Angels. Not just the "Visiting Angels" but the ones in Heaven and the "Angels" in my family.
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