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sharonslp, thanks for the tip, I'll definitely try the magnesium. Is that something to use long term, or just during the recovery?
dickinson, I forgot I hadn't said what happened.
I'd been up and using the frame to get to the toilet several times, although for the first 24 hours they like you to call them so someone is nearby, just in case. Good job too it turned out.
I was feeling the pain, but I knew I would and the long lasting internal local was just wearing off, also I'd not moved for a couple of hours, so I thought it was OK. However, the pain of trying to walk was much greater than I had expected and half way there everything went very weird. The nurse was talking to me but she sounded like she was in the next room. Then I broke out in a fast sweat, I felt dizzy and sick and my hands had so much pins and needles that I could barely feel the frame. The next bit is a bit hazy, I think I must have fallen back as the nurses arms were round me, holding me up and she was calling for help. Loads of people seemed to arrive and my head was pushed forward over the frame, while someone tried to get a blood pressure cuff on me. Turned out I started to faint but the nurse didnt have room behind us to let me down backwards to lay me on the floor and she was concerned I was less than 24 hours with a new hip. They helped me to stay leant over the frame with head down for a while, then I had to decide, forward to toilet, or back to bed for bedpan. I was just slightly closer to the toilet, so I went that way. Once back in bed I was given a fast acting morphine tablet, and it was decided that I'd stay with bedpans until next morning.
It was very horrible as it happened, It really knocked my confidence and I was very scared of getting out of bed to walk next day. I've never actually fainted and didn't quite this time but I didnt recognise the warning signs. But it was OK and I realised that while static in bed if pain is building, it'll be much worse when walking (if you can call it that ;-) ). In fact the second physio session of the next day introduced crutches, and I managed a few metres up the corridor and back.
I was quite traumatised at the time, so couldn't talk about it. Then hubby and daughter arrived for an evening visit and teenage daughter was basically a right little selfish s@#t. I was clearly upset, but all she could do was be a total teenager and strop about something. You don't need all the details, but basically I wanted her to text me each morning when she was out of bed and then when she left for school. She has a long history of missing the school bus and there's no other bus that way for 2 hours. Village life. It's beautiful, but public transport barely there. All I asked was that she let me know it was OK the next morning. She said NO! She then broke into the pack of chocolate fingers they had brought in to try to get me to eat again. Anyway, we argued about the text, she said no to her dad also and finally I asked her to leave. So they went and I felt really low. A nurse came in and saw the biscuit packet and commented, ooh, good choice. So I thought Ok, maybe I'll have one with my wake up coffee next morning. I was going to offer the nurse one when I noticed how light the packet was. Yes, it was light as air, all air. Not a biscuit in sight! She'd eaten the lot. I was more upset by her nastiness than the fact there were no more biscuits.
So I went to bed that night distressed by various events from the day and mostly about my daughter. She is normally very caring and she's been great today, but boy, don't we know she's 15 these days. Grrr. It'll pass, it'll pass. So a bit of a sh#&@y end to a bit of a sh#&@y day. I'm over it now, it's the past. I just didn't need it at the time.
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