The lidocaine worked really well. Haven't had any where near as much pain as I did first time around. I believe it's referred to as a popliteal block but don't quote me yet as I shall have to confirm it.
There is probably a leek pie calling your name!
Most likely, Jamie, but my stomach appears to have developed a significant hearing loss!
So here's part 3 of the saga.
I have to say that today I am still feeling weak and wobbly but then I am only 5 days out so hardly surprising! It's just I don't remember feeling it this much
at home before but again, I didn't get home until day 10 so also not surprising. But it's amazing how much it can rock your confidence.
So after the op day, the next day was full of busy, busy! Had dressing changed, drain out, foot pumps off and IV and oxygen removed. What a relief! Then the physios came and got me up to walk.
It quickly became apparent that the femoral block had not yet worn off but the physios told me how to cope with that and to be careful not to walk without somebody in attendance. This was fine until later in the evening when I needed to go to the loo. A rather self-important staff nurse came to see to me and after about 4 steps, decided I was perfectly okay to manage on my own and before I could stop her, she left! So I managed the last few steps on my own, fortunately making sure the arms were down on the loo. Having turned and backed up to the loo, I went to sit down and mistakenly tried to put weight on the left leg which, of course, wasn't 'there'. As a consequence, I took a less than graceful and fearsome stumble onto the toilet where, not being properly positioned, promptly deposited my bladder-full on the floor! I was so unnerved, scared actually, I rang for the nurse and waited what seemed like an age for one to come. It was with some trepidation I got up again and back into bed. Later the nurse who had left me came back to get my meds and when I told her about the tumble and boy! did she ever undergo a personality change! She was on the defensive, insisting that the block was 'out' and no longer effective and that the physios had told her I was okay for weight bearing. When I tried to debate the point she got even more incensed and told me she'd been doing this job for 10 years and knew what she was talking about! I told her I'd been doing it for 50 years and one things I'd learned was to listen to the patient first before applying any blanket protocols or rules. I should say the exchange was 'somewhat heated'! Of course, I ended up in tears!
It was a shame because all the other nurses were so sweet and caring and this one spoiled it!
There was also a contretemps with another physio as I prepared to depart. Having been told I could take the cuff home with me, I drained it to pack it in my case and a physio ran across the room and demanded to know what I was doing. I told her and she insisted I was doing it wrong. Puzzled I let her rant on in the hopes she would eventually explain herself but she didn't. I told her I was taking it home and first she said I couldn't, then said it wouldn't be any use to me. I explained I had a bucket at home and she waved the connecting end of the tube at me saying "you don't understand, you have to have the correct kind of bucket with this connector on it". Even though I said I had she still didn't seem to hear me and eventually stomped off muttering "okay,
obviously you know best!" I resisted the temptation to say "Yep - sure do!"