Aug 04, 2023 16:35
I have been here 2 weeks now. Only today did I get the consultant to admit that, yes, he probably had been comparing scans of my current injury to those taken BEFORE I had the knee operation. I.e. when it was also displaced. So, sirs, no, my wonky patella is not normal.
Honestly expected being told 'there's nothing I can do, there's nothing anyone in this hospital can do' to hurt a lot more. Still find being asked 'so what treatment do you want?' to be the most annoying thing on the planet. Oh, I dunno? Maybe less pain? Maybe a functional leg? Being referred to The Knee Guy though. Fuck knows how long that will take.
Don't get any help at home. Or at least not yet. Existing between bed and commode is a perfectly cromulent manner of living apparantly. What will happen in a month when I'm on my own is Not Their Concern.
None of that is why I hate though. Nope. So I was *supposed* to leave hospital today. Supposed to. The equipment was delivered (just, the guys don't know how to knock) my medication was prepared (none because I'll be taking exactly what I came in with) and the ambulance called. I'd be wheeled to my door, I'd use the full extent of my impressive mobility to stand on one leg and spin 180 degrees the sit on the commode to be wheeled to my bed where I would live forever more.
So I saw home.
The coomode has no wheels and doesn't fit through the door properly anywqy. Nor is there ròm to pass a wheelchair arou d me as I stand, nor can the wheelchair fit through the doors anyway. Ambulance drivers call it an unsafe discharge and now I'm back in hospital. Occupational therapy have to do a home visit which, even if they do tomorrow, means that I won't get home until Monday at the earliest. As the stupid non-knocking or calling delivery company don't work weekends.
Also hilariously, I didn't realise until I was back in the ward... they didn't give me any anti-dvt meds. They knew I was going to be non-mobile for the forseeable future and didn't give me anything to stop blood clots.