I’ve been waiting so long for someone to take action with this chronic abscess/infection problem and today, after over a year of discomfort, drainage and dressings, I finally had surgery to remove the whole area. As much as I wanted it done, it wasn’t exactly something to look forward to though, but I’ve learnt that sometimes you just have to get through these things.
I arrived on the ward at 7.30am and straight away had to change into a surgical gown before answering the pre-op questions with various people, including nurses, surgeons and anaesthetists. It originally looked like I was first on the list at 9.00am, but then nobody could find my file so they had to let someone else go before me and I had to wait a bit longer. The waiting is the worst part; hungry, thirsty and without painkillers, it wasn’t long before I felt uncomfortable and decided to doze off – the best way to pass time in hospital.
At 11.30am I was fitted with my sexy white surgical stockings to prevent blood clots and a nurse took me down to theatre. They managed to get a cannula in the back of my right hand would you believe, but then I have been following as many of those tips as I could. That had been my main concern after my last surgery. I don’t really feel nervous about the surgery itself at this point; in fact, I try not to think of the things that might have worried me previously and try to relax as much as possible. By the time they start injecting the anaesthetic, I’m already feeling sleepy and drift off quite pleasantly.
Waking up after surgery is the strangest thing; you hear someone saying your name over and feel as though they’ve pulled you out of some amazing dream but you can’t remember what and you can’t get back. It took me a while to open my eyes but once I did I came round quite quickly and realised it didn’t hurt as much as I was expecting, just a bit stingy. When I looked at the clock it was half past two. After a short peroid of observation, a nurse comes and checks the nappy- like dressing at the top of my leg and gives me some painkillers then, soon after, I was wheeled back to the ward.
By this time, I’m the only patient left, everyone else has gone home. The nurse tells me I can go home too once I’ve had something to eat and drink (and trust me, I don’t need asking twice!), had my wound checked, an appointment for the dressings to be changed made and, oh yeah a wee – you’re never allowed home until you’ve had a wee. I managed all this pretty quickly; I felt fine considering I was missing a chunk of my thigh/groin area and even hobbling to the toilet didn’t seem too painful. By half 4 I was ready to go, with a doggy bag full of dressings in hand.
And things have been okay since really, I was worried that the pain may have initially been masked by the painkillers they gave me in theatre, but even this morning and all through today it hasn’t really troubled me. I’ve been told to lie down for a few days with my legs raised to help prevent bleeding, but there seems to be quite a bit soaking through the dressing, that’s about the only thing bothering me right now as I have to wait until Monday to get it changed and I already feel pretty manky.
I should probably mention that I didn’t get stitches in the end, because the surgeon felt the wound would need to drain, so I have an open wound underneath the padded ‘nappy’. I haven’t seen it yet, but when he marked it out it, the area was about the size of my thumb. It is packed with an absorbant tape which will also need removing and replacing on Monday, something I’m not really looking forward to but it has to be done and the sooner it starts healing, the sooner I can have a shower!
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