NHS Adventures
So, I'm going into hospital tomorrow to have an operation that will hopefully sort out the joint problems I've been having for the last two years or so. Weirdly, I'm not worried about the operation at all, I have complete faith that the doctors know what they're doing, but I am worried about what will happen if they don't find anything wrong...
The idea is that they'll start with a bilateral knee arthroscopy - basically putting a small camera into both knees - to look around and see if the problem is what they suspect it is. If they find what they're looking for, they'll carry on and fix me up.
But if they don't find anything, I just carry on as I have been. Which means I'm in constant pain, taking tonnes of painkillers every day, even though they only dull the pain rather than taking it away, struggling to do normal things like walking for more than 15 minutes, climbing stairs and even just driving to work in an automatic car.
As far as I can tell, this operation is the last resort - if the doctors don't find anything, I don't know what we try next.
I really don't want to be stuck like this for the rest of my life. I'm fed up with being in pain and being so limited in what I can do.
On the plus side, if they find something and can fix it, I'll get a completely new lease of life. Which is exciting.
I suppose I'm just trying not to get too excited, so that I'm not too disappointed if things don't work out.
CONFUSED.
Ah well... fingers crossed!
The idea is that they'll start with a bilateral knee arthroscopy - basically putting a small camera into both knees - to look around and see if the problem is what they suspect it is. If they find what they're looking for, they'll carry on and fix me up.
But if they don't find anything, I just carry on as I have been. Which means I'm in constant pain, taking tonnes of painkillers every day, even though they only dull the pain rather than taking it away, struggling to do normal things like walking for more than 15 minutes, climbing stairs and even just driving to work in an automatic car.
As far as I can tell, this operation is the last resort - if the doctors don't find anything, I don't know what we try next.
I really don't want to be stuck like this for the rest of my life. I'm fed up with being in pain and being so limited in what I can do.
On the plus side, if they find something and can fix it, I'll get a completely new lease of life. Which is exciting.
I suppose I'm just trying not to get too excited, so that I'm not too disappointed if things don't work out.
CONFUSED.
Ah well... fingers crossed!