After being wheeled into the operating theatre I was asked to come into the very small side room for them to anaesthetize me. I was introduced to everyone and people put me at ease. I did cry, I am not going to deny this but I am human and this surgery means everything to me- it’s such a big deal. Slowly but surely, I had been getting my life back over the past few months and I was desperate for this to develop further. The anaesthetist was just lovely and had a very kind, slightly dad like persona. He asked me why I had been totally fine in the room only 20 minutes ago but now I was upset. The simple answer that I could give was that I was scared of my recovery but not the actual surgery. I don’t have very large veins and getting a canula in is often an issue. They managed to do this quickly and I had a mask on my face, so before I knew it I was gone.
I woke up in the recovery room shaking very badly, feeling confused and teeth chattering. I was aware of someone sitting beside me. I was also aware that I was shouting but I have no idea what about. Everthing is pretty much a haze and I dont really have any recollection of what went on. I didnt feel well at all though.
I was later aware of being back in my room and shouting for Steven, at first I didn’t realise it was me shouting I thought it was someone else and remember catching myself thinking “Wow, I wish that person would shut up!”. I am sure that everyone on the ward thought that I was a complete lunatic. This time I felt groggy for alot of the day. When I had my last surgery I came around fairly quickly and was sat up chatting, this time I just needed to sleep.
The night was fairly long and my legs did leak excess fluids from the surgery which was completely as expected. I think that this looks a lot worse than it actually is but leaking through your compression tights onto the pads doesnt make you feel particulary nice. I had the pads changed a few times by Steven and a few by the nurses to keep me comfortable and clean. I stayed in that weird space between being awake and asleep pretty much all night. It was hard to try and get comfortable because both the back and the front had been worked on. The back of my calves had been improved, my knees again and the front of thighs as well as my back of thighs. Mr Karri also worked inbetween my legs in my groin area to debulk too.
I was taking oromorph to help with the pain and there were some points in the night were I really did feel desperate. Never at any point though did I wish I hadn’t done it!
In the room next door was a lady I met through my blog and she had had her surgery after me… small world isnt it?! We had text each oher through the night to keep each others spirits up which really did help- even though we were both not really quite with it! As ususal, Steven was there by my side on a reclining chair to take care of me and show me love. He did manage to have a little sleep or two and I am always amazed by what doesn’t wake him! On a number of occassions the nurses came in to give me pain relief and to give me antibiotics through the canula throughout the night which was exactly the same as last time. I think that the beginning of my recovery was probably better this time because I wasn’t as anxious about what to expect.
Here is my ‘leaking’ from the wounds in my legs. These dressings have been changed VERY often but the leaking is very common after this surgery. I did actually leak more after my last surgery.