Hello there!
I found out that the internet 'problems' were actually user error! How embarrassing!
Things have been going really well! 9 days since my surgery which as we know is a lifetime in recovery world! So much has happened!
On the day of surgery, I said goodbye to the family at home and caught a cab into the hospital. I wasn't feeling nervous at all. I was more excited, a 'let's get on with this' excited. At 6:00am I got to the hospital and I was the first to be admitted.
Measured for my TEDS, dressed in my blue gown, hat and booties, I was escorted to my trolley. Wheeled to a holding bay, I had bloods taken, plus all the normal obs. The nurse was so lovely.
While in the holding bay, I met my gorgeous anaesthetist. She shook my hand and then held it gently before releasing, she is SO lovely and gentle and very much a people person. Then, shortly after, I met the assistant surgeon, a lovely guy, who marked my leg.
Then my surgeon came by, looked at my x-rays again and we had a chat. I mentioned that I hope that I am doing the right thing and he validated me by saying - there is definitely damage in your hips, you are doing the right thing. I told him that I was excited and he was so pleased that I was excited.
I had a throbbing headache - stress related I am sure. The nurse darkened the room and I waited 30 mins. Then my anaesthetist came to get me with her assistant and another nurse - a male nurse. Somehow we got to talking about the Young Ones (classic British comedy) and we were all having a good laugh in a little room adjoining the theatre. Needles went in the hand, braced myself for the epidural, a pinch...then my legs went warm. I don't remember anything after that.
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Then I woke in recovery. A couple of nurses standing over me in a larger room with windows showing a sunny sky. Many people were in the room. I remember speaking with the nurses - I can't remember what was said. I remember feeling peppy - not drowsy - and pretty awake. I can't remember getting to the ward. My room was SO lovely - like a hotel. The nurses were wonderful.
I went for my first walk the same day. It was only 3 steps forward and then back into bed. My blood pressure was pretty low. What was important was that there was no joint or 'bone pain'. The pain was all muscular, a bit of burning, but mainly soreness - like I had done a million squats. I was fearful of my first steps post surgery - we think about what has been done, the sawing, removal, hammering, dislocation (not in that order) and I got in my mind that those first steps would be excruciating - not so at all. My hip felt strong, just surrounded by very sore muscles.
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Day 2:
I was unable to walk on Day 2 due to my low blood pressure. So I lay in bed and iced.
I had to have an x-ray of my new hip. I was wheeled to x-ray and I was asked to shimmy from my bed to the bed for x-ray, on my own, no handles. The comment was "you must be one of Mr. Hunts patients - no other patients can move like his do." That may or may not be true, but I took it as a compliment anyway.
Later in the day my surgeon came to see me and said that everything went very well and that there was quite a bit of wear and tear to the femoral head. Finally...the justification I was needing to hear!
Stay tuned for more stories....