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It’s about twelve weeks since I had my Hidradenitis surgery in August and time to see the surgeon again, for a check up on the wound and also the second site, which may need similar surgery.

We arrived at the hospital in plenty of time for my appointment, but it was only after a two hour wait that I finally went in and saw the surgeon.  He was pleased with how my wound had healed (almost completely now) and as I suspected, felt that the second site would benefit from the same procedure as it is already creating tough scar tissue around the tracts, which is uncomfortable, an infection risk and also unsightly.  Okay, surgery does leave a scar but I’m surprised at how neat the first one has turned out and hopefully it will fade in time, meaning that’s much preferable to what was there previously. I just hope he does an equally neat job this time round.

I’m not exactly looking forward to having an open wound again, going through the daily clinic visits and so on, but it’s better to get it out of the way all in one go rather than put it off; plus, if I did put it off, it would probably need more extensive surgery. So, I read through the consent form and will receive a pre-op assessment date in the post shortly. I hope it’s after Christmas at least.

For those that are interested in how these wounds heal, here are a couple of more recent photographs.

At 10 weeks and 12 weeks

You can compare these pictures to those taken at three and six weeks as well as a list of related posts, here.

L

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There hasn’t been much to report since the surgery on Friday; I’m still on bed rest mainly, so as to keep my legs raised and help the healing process. The wound is currently repacked with Aquacel or Kaltostat every morning and then redressed, meaning a daily drive to the local clinic. It’s not the nicest experience, having someone prodding around in an open wound, but I had visions of it being much worse and I’m pleased to say the pain is only mild.

The first nurse I saw told me not to look, that they’d taken quite a chunk out of my thigh, so I didn’t. However, yesterday the nurse somehow managed to stick the dressing onto the wound itself, meaning that it peeled away and gaped every time I sat on the loo, giving me no choice but to face it. I made sure that the nurse this morning stuck the patch well and truly over the wound and taped it down doubly, as not only did it make me feel queasy seeing the gaping hole, but I was also worried about it being contaminated. I have had a wound infection in the past and it wasn’t nice; thankfully, this one is looking nice and pink, which I have been told is a good sign that it is clean and healing well.

I am not allowed to shower so am having good old fashioned flannel washes twice a day and my boyfriend washed my hair for me last night. He’s also looking after my little furbaby, Jasper, as I’ve been told to keep away from pets for a while; I’m sure I will have a very sulky bunny by the end of it. I think both of them will deserve a treat by then too, especially considering how close my squeamish bf came to passing out during the first dressings change.

Still’s -wise, everything is pretty much the same and being kept stable by the Prednisolone and painkillers. Tonight I am to make a couple of changes to my medication; firstly is to switch to Modified release Tramadol capsules, which I only need to take twice a day and should give me a more steady level of pain relief. Secondly, I need to double my dose of Methotrexate to 15mg.  This is still a lot less than I took when I reacted badly to it, but I’m still feeling a bit hesitant  – the ‘hangover’ side effects have gradually faded over the past weeks and now I have a feeling it will be like starting over, if not worse.

But that’s being negative and only time will tell.  I have to know that I’ve given the Orencia the best chance of success before giving up on it; this could be just the boost it needs.

L

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Sexy Surgical Stockings

It has been two days since I had the surgery to remove the scarred/infected tissue from chronic Hidranitis in my left groin and things are going okay. I still have to wear my lovely stockings and keep my legs raised, so I am in bed surrounded by books, Dvds, my laptop, phone, Kindle and DS just in case I get bored.

 

The pain isn’t too bad, a little bit worse today than it has been so far but I’m keeping up with the four doses of Tramadol a day.  What bothers me is how much blood is soaking the dressing, the patch gets bigger every time I look at and all I can smell is blood. I can’t wait to get it changed tomorrow because it makes me feel really grotty. At the same time, I’m dreading it because I know it will be uncomfortable, maybe even painful.

I had a nice treat though today – to celebrate four years together, my boyfriend cooked me a huge steak, chunky chips, corn on the cob and peppercorn sauce and served it to me in bed with my own little candle on the tray 🙂

For every cloud there’s a silver lining,

L

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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!

L

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