Another Operation

During my operation Mr Goldberg found that there were some problems with the dynamics of my foot that would adversely affect my new ankle if left untreated. So we decided to proceed with further surgery which was to take place three weeks after the original op.  This gave me exactly three days before I was back in plaster again.

As luck would have it the sun came out and I was able to enjoy taking off the walker boot and sitting in the sun. I had a bath, treated my foot and ankle to a bit of pampering, including moisturiser and a first application of bio oil.  I didn’t have to wear the boot in bed.  I even had a meal out and went shopping.  Bliss.

So once again I was driven around the M25 early on a Monday morning for a 7am start at RNOH. This time I was first on the list.  So I was hurried through all the pre-op checks, into a gown and down to theatre.  The procedures this time were to be a dorsiflexion osteotomy to my fist (big toe) metatarsal and a calcaneal osteotomy to my heel bone.  This involves cutting though the bones, re-positioning and re-joining.

On waking this time I felt much more alert and in significantly less pain. I was soon back on the ward, eating and embarking on my usual post op drinking as much as I could regime!  This was going to be so much easier than the previous op.

Then when I needed to answer nature’s call, sat upon the commode, blood started dripping from my cast. This was a complication.  I wasn’t forming the necessary clots required to stop the blood flowing (probably due to the blood thinning injections).  I wasn’t going to be going home that day, instead I was bed bound, under instruction to stay put until the following morning.  This led to the trial of me wanting to drink copious quantities of water but not wanting to use the bedpan every 5 minutes!  Tricky….

Having got through that night somehow and with very little sleep in a noisy ward, (Why do the snorers always fall asleep first?) I was grateful for the start of the next day.  I was allowed out of bed and told I would get a new cast fitted before being sent home.  This gave me the opportunity to get some (slightly bloody)  photos of my new scars before they were neatly covered up again.