I am losing track of the days in this surreal, drug-laced space I’m living at the moment.
The meds are pretty good, so good in fact stories that normally take five minutes for me to quickly translate into the blog are taking a LOT longer. Primarily because I think I’ve typed ‘hospital is noisy’ but when I proof read I discover I’ve actually typed ‘dyohhdffehjigf gerfhjrtg’. Mmn 🤔.
I am healing well. All wounds are doing what they should be doing 3-4 days post surgery. The pain is no longer so acute in certain areas that I can’t move, bruises are starting to appear and I’ve started receiving instructions on how to ‘grow my leg’ delivered by Ivan (Dr Astori) and the Precise Nail rep (Paul). Eek! To be continued today.
Thursday during physio I managed to stand (briefly) on my right leg. Friday however I managed to use crutches to ‘take my first hop/s’ and get into the bathroom from the bed (twice) independently. Winning!! I was so VERY excited to make the round trip (approx 2-3mtrs) to the bathroom. This meant the use of a real toilet (twice) as opposed to a bed pan!!
Not than I’m complaining….but perching your 41yr old self onto a strategically placed plastic container, lined with what looks a lot like a take away coffee tray, and trying not to get a wet butt/nightie every time takes some skill (primarily the ability to laugh at yourself). Things I’ve learnt about myself #123 – apparently I don’t pee often but I do pee alot 🙈! Yes…I also felt this was TMI. Welcome to hospital.
Unfortunately the pain in my femur has been pretty intense as the bone grapples to deal with the rod inserted into it. It struggled to bear the weight of the tibia’s external device, while I was on crutches, as it is still healing so while my partial independence was fantastic, it was short lived!
The tibia is feeling ok just finding a position for my leg and the device to sit comfortably is awkward. Having you leg suspended by something screwed through your muscle/bone is a very odd sensation. Cannot say I’m loving it but hopeful I will get used to it in the coming months.
All in all its been a tough couple of days. My support crew which expanded to include Lilli, my sister Jellina and niece Shanae over the past couple of days, have been there to help me wipe away the tears of pain, frustration and ‘I’m not sure I can do this’ .. My dear school friend Lizzie even snuck past security (aka mum 😜) delivering flowers,
chocolates and hugs last night.
The girls are adjusting ok. Stella is openly grossed out by the cage and admits it makes her want to ‘dry retch’! Ha. Me too a little bit.
She has been avoiding anything that requires her to access my left hand side for fear of knocking it or dry retching openly! Lol.. Yesterday I asked her if she could do my hair for me.
Access to both sides required and some cracking piggy tails worn for the day!