Of all the mornings to wake up with the joints flaring, it had to be today, when I had an appointment to see the surgeon for my post-op follow up. It was such a struggle to get out of bed and ready but I told myself that it would be a quick appointment and that I’d be home resting before long.
Sod’s Law says that I had to be wrong. We sat in the hospital waiting room for almost an hour and a half, with me so uncomfortable that I couldn’t sit still but struggled to move at the same time. It took all my effort to stay and not go home; the only reason I did was because I knew that my wound needed redressing and I was hoping to get some feedback.
Again, I was wrong. When I was called in to see the doctor, the nurse said – ‘so you’ve had a little bit of skin removed have you?’ I was a bit confused, since it was more than a ‘bit of skin’ that I’d had removed, but I didn’t want to make too much of it in case they thought I was dramatic. Then the surgeon (not the one that did the actual surgery mind..) asked to see the wound; I made my way over to the bed but he stopped me and signalled for me to just er drop them and show him from where I was sitting.
I tried to explain it had a dressing over the top and he seemed surprised; ‘why are you still using dressings? It should be fine without dressings now’ he said, as the nurse removed them for me, revealing my blood-soaked, packed wound. Needless to say, I was a lot confused!
‘Oh’ he says. ‘That wasn’t what I was expecting’.
Turns out that whatever was written up in my notes, doesn’t quite do justice to my lovely wound and that there was nothing he could tell me for the time being, since it would take a few more weeks to heal properly. Talk about lack of communication! The whole thing would have been a waste of time if I hadn’t had the second Hidradenitis site to show him, which formed the week prior to my surgery. He took a swab because there was some crepitus (crackling), suggesting an anaerobic infection, and told me that I would probably need the same surgery on that side too. Wonderful.
I have another appointment for a ‘proper’ post-op assessment in six weeks time.
One good thing did come of it though – I was given permission to shower again, woo hoo. I can finally throw the flannels away and have a nice long, hot soak, which I missed greatly!