OUCH
OUCHIE OUCH!
I went to the doctor this morning, supposed to have the stitch out, but they mucked me around so much that the stitch is stuck and they are saying it should have come out over a week ago. I almost fainted with the pain as they tried to get it out, the sweat was pouring off me and took 15 minutes before I could stand up. But it is healed in, so I have to go back again tomorrow and they will have another go. However they seriously think I will need to go to A&E to have it done under a local anesthetic.
This whole episode has been a comedy of errors.
The nerve block didn't go as planned and I ended up having a general anesthetic even though that wasn't expected, and when I woke from the operation I was in lots and lots of pain. But it did take 4 or 5 days to get the feeling back in my upper arm from the nerve block, shame it only worked from my shoulder to elbow, when the operation was on my wrist.
The afternoon after the op, Tuesday 3rd July, I asked could I go home, 'sure' they said 'we will phone your husband', so this is about 3:15 they tell me it is done. 5pm, dinner arrives, still no husband. I wait... 5:30 and I am beginning to wonder what the hell is going on and what a strange time for hubby to come pick me up as it was into peak hour traffic and wondered if he was napping or something. I must admit I was a little put out by it, until he arrived and explained that they had said come later as the painkillers I needed to take home had not been delivered to the ward by the pharmacy. Ahh, now that made more sense. They still weren't there after I finished dressing (sans bra since I knew I couldn't manage to do it up). And hubby wasn't so good and they were saying it may be an hour or two and hubby saying due to his illness he was leaking blood into his pants. I said let's go home and he could come back to pick the painkillers up as we have enough at home. So we did. He didn't pick them up till the following evening. That, 3 long walks through the hospital, because of course the orthopedics ward is a mile from the car park, meant he suffered quite a bit.
So fast forward to Thursday, 2 days later, arm is so itchy as the dressing has lovely soft cotton wadding inside... lovely soft cotton wadding that is driving me mad like after the last operation. I ring the doctor, can I have a dressing changed. Sure, needs to be at least 48 hours, but Friday is fine. Come to the practice the other side of town, miles away. Umm, it's my wrist, I can't drive. The nurses at our practice are on holiday, but another nurse can see me at the local surgery.
That wasn't so bad, she didn't lift the blue gauze, but put more over it as padding and strapped it all up again, muttering about the lack of dressings and how before next time she would have more supplies sent over. She was lovely, the wound check was required 10-14 days, so she would organise a district nurse to see me at the surgery, since their nurse was still on holiday and then ring me to let me know.
The less said about the effect of the painkillers on me the better perhaps, but they gave me horrible gut wind pains and hot and cold flushes and nausea and dizziness on the Sunday so I had to stop taking them.
No-one rings of course. So I ring and that is how I got the appointment for the 17th as mentioned in my last post but there were a few phone calls back and forth, so we are day 15 for the next dressing. The reason they turned up at home rather than the surgery as it wasn't the district nurse I was supposed to see, as she was too busy, hence the two who did see me.
So it wasn't until they left that we realised they had left with my copy of the follow up notes.
They had told me to see the nurse at the surgery. So when I rang that afternoon, Tuesday, to make an appointment, knowing the nurse was still on holiday, I was told ring back later. Rang and made the appointment for today, but I got the third degree on the phone as usual about stitches coming out at 10-14 days... it will be 21 on the date you are offering, okay.... like they can't see the potential problem with this!!!!
So now we are where I am at, tomorrow is day 22 and I still have a huge piece of fishing line hanging out my arm, but it is all nicely healed into the scar!!!
OUCHIE!!!
I went to the doctor this morning, supposed to have the stitch out, but they mucked me around so much that the stitch is stuck and they are saying it should have come out over a week ago. I almost fainted with the pain as they tried to get it out, the sweat was pouring off me and took 15 minutes before I could stand up. But it is healed in, so I have to go back again tomorrow and they will have another go. However they seriously think I will need to go to A&E to have it done under a local anesthetic.
This whole episode has been a comedy of errors.
The nerve block didn't go as planned and I ended up having a general anesthetic even though that wasn't expected, and when I woke from the operation I was in lots and lots of pain. But it did take 4 or 5 days to get the feeling back in my upper arm from the nerve block, shame it only worked from my shoulder to elbow, when the operation was on my wrist.
The afternoon after the op, Tuesday 3rd July, I asked could I go home, 'sure' they said 'we will phone your husband', so this is about 3:15 they tell me it is done. 5pm, dinner arrives, still no husband. I wait... 5:30 and I am beginning to wonder what the hell is going on and what a strange time for hubby to come pick me up as it was into peak hour traffic and wondered if he was napping or something. I must admit I was a little put out by it, until he arrived and explained that they had said come later as the painkillers I needed to take home had not been delivered to the ward by the pharmacy. Ahh, now that made more sense. They still weren't there after I finished dressing (sans bra since I knew I couldn't manage to do it up). And hubby wasn't so good and they were saying it may be an hour or two and hubby saying due to his illness he was leaking blood into his pants. I said let's go home and he could come back to pick the painkillers up as we have enough at home. So we did. He didn't pick them up till the following evening. That, 3 long walks through the hospital, because of course the orthopedics ward is a mile from the car park, meant he suffered quite a bit.
So fast forward to Thursday, 2 days later, arm is so itchy as the dressing has lovely soft cotton wadding inside... lovely soft cotton wadding that is driving me mad like after the last operation. I ring the doctor, can I have a dressing changed. Sure, needs to be at least 48 hours, but Friday is fine. Come to the practice the other side of town, miles away. Umm, it's my wrist, I can't drive. The nurses at our practice are on holiday, but another nurse can see me at the local surgery.
That wasn't so bad, she didn't lift the blue gauze, but put more over it as padding and strapped it all up again, muttering about the lack of dressings and how before next time she would have more supplies sent over. She was lovely, the wound check was required 10-14 days, so she would organise a district nurse to see me at the surgery, since their nurse was still on holiday and then ring me to let me know.
The less said about the effect of the painkillers on me the better perhaps, but they gave me horrible gut wind pains and hot and cold flushes and nausea and dizziness on the Sunday so I had to stop taking them.
No-one rings of course. So I ring and that is how I got the appointment for the 17th as mentioned in my last post but there were a few phone calls back and forth, so we are day 15 for the next dressing. The reason they turned up at home rather than the surgery as it wasn't the district nurse I was supposed to see, as she was too busy, hence the two who did see me.
So it wasn't until they left that we realised they had left with my copy of the follow up notes.
They had told me to see the nurse at the surgery. So when I rang that afternoon, Tuesday, to make an appointment, knowing the nurse was still on holiday, I was told ring back later. Rang and made the appointment for today, but I got the third degree on the phone as usual about stitches coming out at 10-14 days... it will be 21 on the date you are offering, okay.... like they can't see the potential problem with this!!!!
So now we are where I am at, tomorrow is day 22 and I still have a huge piece of fishing line hanging out my arm, but it is all nicely healed into the scar!!!
OUCHIE!!!