post pain pump
by Tony Peters on September 27, 2008
spending nearly a day on a Morphine pump was great but, it did little to prepare me for being out of the hospital or for that matter give me any idea just how much pain I was going to be in. Before I left the hospital my wife (who is a Nurse, the Pain Management Nurse at the hospital and I worked out this plan for the meds I was gonna need over this 1st week of my recovery...well that slowly disintegrated yesterday afternoon and by midnight I was in tears while my GSP sat with me licking my face...2 percocets and a Tramadol along with a bag of ice and finally the pain became bearable, I spent the rest of the night waking up every 2 hours alternating between Tramadol and Percocet and adding ice. Today my ankle feels hot and it hurts but over all it's not unbearable. I still want to be off the Percocet and on the non narcotic Tramadol but at this point I'm more than happy to use up my narcotics rather than make the switch to soon and go through anything like that again
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