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Jan. 13th, 2026 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boonedog Yesterday John went to the hospital after falling off the roof of the bus he's refurbishing and having really bad hip pain. Turns out that he crushed his left hip bone - the ball of the ball and socket joint. So they admitted him and he had surgery this afternoon to replace the ball joint. Because he doesn't have anyone to take care of him at home they're sending him to rehab after this. Of course this is just horrible for him because he is convinced that they don't know what they're doing and they're not going by science they're just doing everything based on old wive's tales and are completely "unscientific". Like how there's not science to back not drinking water 12 hours before surgery - he was convinced if he didn't drink water that he would become dehydrated and it would set off his chronic problem. He seemed to think they were keeping his MAOi's from him on purpose because they don't understand he needs them, but I think they were not having him take them because it's dangerous to have anesthesia when you're taking MAOi's so they didn't want him taking them before surgery. I haven't heard from him so hopefully that doesn't mean something bad happened during surgery. I'm guessing he is just sleeping because he hadn't slept for something like 36 hours except for a couple hours here or there from what I could tell. He was texting me all night about how much pain he was in, then they got him some drugs so he was pain free but then he was angry that they were following the "doctor cookbook" and ignoring his superior knowledge about what he needs.
To add to the stress of that, I got up early to go play pickleball in Niceville and I ended up running backward to get a shot and somehow lost my balance and fell backward and hit my head pretty hard on the ground. It was just like what happened when I fell a few years ago and hit my head and had a subdural hemmoragh. So I was very anxious and ended up going to the ER in Miramar Beach and getting a CT scan. I was so anxious about it after the memory of that previous experience that I was physically shaking while I was in the ER. Thankfully, the CT scan was normal and it's been 10 hours and I haven't had any symptoms. I did take it easy today though. I am trying now to just let go of all the anxiety I've been having all day and reset my nervous system.
I hope John is ok. I was thinking that maybe being in the hospital and letting people care for him would be good for him and this was a blessing in disguise, but he's escalating and showing signs of being very unbalanced now that he's in a real life situation where he has to deal with real life people. I wonder if they're going to try to recommend he talk to a psychiatrist when he's in rehab? Or if they're just going to ignore it and just have him labeled as the crazy, difficult patient. I just read a review he left on Yelp last night and it was very dramatic about how they withheld his MAOi's from him and how he was "dying of dehydration" because they wouldn't let him drink any water after midnight. I'm surprised they didn't give him an IV for hydration. But he probably didn't ask for one. Or he may have had one and didn't realize it was keeping him hydrated? I don't know. He's definitely been acting over the top and paranoid since he got there.
It is good I'm not there because that would be hard to handle in person. And that I haven't heard from him since this morning is not good. I'm going to just give him the benefit of the doubt that he was sleeping though and wasn't actively avoiding replying to me because he was angry I couldn't listen to him complain.
To add to the stress of that, I got up early to go play pickleball in Niceville and I ended up running backward to get a shot and somehow lost my balance and fell backward and hit my head pretty hard on the ground. It was just like what happened when I fell a few years ago and hit my head and had a subdural hemmoragh. So I was very anxious and ended up going to the ER in Miramar Beach and getting a CT scan. I was so anxious about it after the memory of that previous experience that I was physically shaking while I was in the ER. Thankfully, the CT scan was normal and it's been 10 hours and I haven't had any symptoms. I did take it easy today though. I am trying now to just let go of all the anxiety I've been having all day and reset my nervous system.
I hope John is ok. I was thinking that maybe being in the hospital and letting people care for him would be good for him and this was a blessing in disguise, but he's escalating and showing signs of being very unbalanced now that he's in a real life situation where he has to deal with real life people. I wonder if they're going to try to recommend he talk to a psychiatrist when he's in rehab? Or if they're just going to ignore it and just have him labeled as the crazy, difficult patient. I just read a review he left on Yelp last night and it was very dramatic about how they withheld his MAOi's from him and how he was "dying of dehydration" because they wouldn't let him drink any water after midnight. I'm surprised they didn't give him an IV for hydration. But he probably didn't ask for one. Or he may have had one and didn't realize it was keeping him hydrated? I don't know. He's definitely been acting over the top and paranoid since he got there.
It is good I'm not there because that would be hard to handle in person. And that I haven't heard from him since this morning is not good. I'm going to just give him the benefit of the doubt that he was sleeping though and wasn't actively avoiding replying to me because he was angry I couldn't listen to him complain.
