@ossobuco,
Hi - thank you all
Surgeon was pleased with the improvement. Dressings changed and wound is no longer “puckered” – looks a lot better – oozing but the dressings are designed specifically for infected wounds. Had a bunch more blood tests. I am allowed to weight bear with my boots on – if there is any throbbing or if it get’s hot again etc – though this is unlikely with the amount of antibiotics I am now on – then I contact the ward. Keep my feet elevated when resting. Surgeon will be away but contactable and available if required. Ward are aware of what's happened. I’ve been given the dressings to change every other day along with the post-op dressings and a bunch of other stuff. No, no nurses come out for this sort of stuff – but it’s not necessary. Will see surgeon next week unless there are any problems.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inadine
Hmmmmm... unfortunately the private sector does not work with the NHS as it should, or vice versa. This was the problem on Saturday. Surgeon should have been contactable and both the NHS and Nuffield tried - he has apologised for that (bad signal where he lives and I’m not gonna get upset about that, he had a load of messages on his phone/pager) - I was on antibiotics, had been seen by 4 different doctors - and tho in pain, did not feel ill at all. NHS cannot refer me back across the road, thus, they sent me home as soon as they found out the Nuffield had done the op (tho they had already set up the admission prior to knowing it was a private op) – they would not have done this if they considered it life threatening etc but my blood tests came back only very slightly raised (not abnormal after surgery) and, as there was no bed available on the NHS ortho ward, plus I didn’t feel ill, I went home – yep, on own, but I was OK with that, was just so tired... and actually, don’t have a choice there!
I pay for my private insurance – it costs nearly £1700 per year. I earn just under £8K. Big chunk a? but with my health issues, worth it probably. Yep, I could have been admitted to hospital yesterday... maybe I should have; it’s hard to explain why I choose to be at home - and I’ve been really struggling with this the last couple days. I did ask for help when I needed it – on Saturday, but that was only supposed to be to go for a quick blood test – should have been 15 mins max – and ended up being all day in hospital – no, not a problem per se when you’re told or someone else is told that you could get real sick and how serious what I have is, one does what one needs to on the day – since then, not a word... <shrug> job done. Ding ding. Has my brother phoned since I had surgery? – nope – they (bro and ex) are discussing who will look after the kids for the Round Table Ball – that’s a tad more important. Ding ding. My ex-husband called me yesterday pm, knowing I had just come back from the hospital, to say he had fucked up his schedule and he could not look after S-boy last night and needed to bring him here. Of course, I politely told him to **** off, said I couldn’t look after S-boy in case I ended up having to go back to hospital... leave alone how I was supposed to get him to school in the morning. Ding ding. Other ding dings... mess with my head.
Nothing ever changes. You see – it’s not easy to ask for help...
ya know, i can’t explain what’s going on in my head right now. Nose, spite, face – asking for help comes with a price tag I can no longer pay – I asked for real help in the past, I can’t do it now. Once the trust has gone – it’s done. I’m safe in my house – it’s the only place I feel safe. Tired and a mess today, wish I could stop crying, it’s annoying.
I will call the hospital or the GP if there is even the slightest twinge in my foot and continue to check my temperature. I’m physically on the road to recovery now – thank you all for your support – I guess y’all are my distant chicken soup.
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