I've made it to the half way mark. Six weeks down and six more to go! Six weeks and I... and I hope I will never have to go through any of this again.
On May 4th I went for my post op appointment. The surgeon was amazing, as usual (it makes such a difference to have doctors that have good people skills!). He went over everything that had been done during surgery and said he thought he had gotten all the dead bone out and crammed everything full off antibiotic beads and sponges. He was very pleased because he though a lot more would have to come out. He said that I could ditch my trusty arch nemesis (my crutches), which was a huge relief because the bag with my IV pump was always getting in the way. I'm not allowed to do anything but walk until the next time I see him, but I don't have the energy to be running around anyways. The staples were taken out (only seventeen this time), steri strips were put on with a dressing over top and I was good to go. I was given orders to see a colleague of the surgeon two weeks after the IV antibiotics have been finished (my surgeon will be on paternity leave).
Saturday the 19th the weekend nurse decided I didn't need a dressing anymore, even though parts of the incision still hadn't healed, so on Monday 21st I asked the nurse to put a new dressing on. By noon the steri strips had turned a yellow orangey tinge. The incision had decided to leak fluid. We kept putting new dressings on until two 1/2 days ago, and everything looked healed up.
Life has been going pretty slowly over the last few weeks. Some days I have a noticeably larger amount of energy, and other days, like today, it is hard just to get out of bed. The last few days the incision site has really been bugging me. Late Monday evening it started to sting. I thought it might just go away so ignored it. Tuesday it didn't go away and when I looked at my leg I saw that the scar was pretty red and a pit puffy. Yesterday it really hurt and I could squeeze fluid out of the incision. Today it hurts a bit less and seems less swollen but I am nervous never the less. My mom keeps going on about "it looks a bit better", but that was the story with the infection for months and months before surgery. I am afraid that something is still going on. Surgery, antibiotics in my leg, and six weeks of IV antibiotics should not equal a draining incision. It feels like the skin is stretching, which happens when there is swelling. This isn't the swelling from surgery because that had started to go down, and never hurt. This time it definitely hurts and it is really red. I am going to call the ID tomorrow because I am not happy. On top of everything I feel like crap, am exhausted and have been battling a pretty bad headache over the last few days. I am exhausted.
Fingers crossed that everything is ok, but I am a pretty good judge about knowing if everything is doing as it should in my body.
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