What a difference a day makes. Yesterday I was wracked with pain such that the anaesthetist who was about to participate in the operation which had been scheduled for 8.30 was brought up from the theatres at 1pm to try and manage the pain. A nurse put me in funny position on the bed and my pain levels shot through the roof. I was sobbing with pain and begging to be put out of my misery. The cavalry eventually arrived, saw the source of the problem was position, corrected that and gave me me i/v pain relief. I have such an odd relationship with morphia.
I woke up from the surgery at about 6pm it having lasted 90 minutes. I was glad it was all over but somewhat puzzled at the speed of the operation. The only sleep I got during the night was immediately shattered by the spilling of a cup of hot chocolate at about 2.30 this morning. Of course, the nurses were good humoured and skilfully changed the sheets. Dawn came early.
By mid morning it was clear things had gone well technically but the problem last July was not the operation but the risk factors and infections I contracted. By lunchtime it was also clear that, notwithstanding the orthopaedic surgeon's prediction of a stay double the standard five days, there was now a plan that I could be home "by the weekend". We will see.
Physiotherapy was tough and will be continue to be tough but I could see the progress in just one day.
More follows when energy levels are sufficient.
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