So a week has passed and a lot has happened. At the beginning of the week, my fiance returned to work, I was concentrating on resting and counting down to my mid-week appointment to get my cast changed. However, all would not go to plan.
The beginning of the week was hard, with my fiance back at work, I was home alone for 10+ hours a day. Time to start doing things to keep myself occupied. I started off with life related errands to get things in order. On Tuesday evening one of my team mates came to pick me up and take me to watch practice. It wasn't as hard as I was thinking it would be. As much as it sucked I wasn't able to skate, there was nothing I could do about being injured so it was nice to be out of the house and seeing my team.
THEN WEDNESDAY CAME.
I expected it to be a normal appointment to get my cast changed into one that was lighter weight, however as soon as I got sat down they said it wasn't as I expected. Take my cast off and my leg/ankle/foot was a zig-zag shape and made me feel sick. I was told the news that it wasn't the straight fracture A&E had told me, but a more complex one that would require surgery and a plate fitting to my bones to get them back straight. More worrying was the ligament damage that had occurred and that they might also need operating on. There wasn't the availability for surgery that day, so I was sent home to home-wait for a call to come back.
I GOT THE CALL LATER THAT AFTERNOON, I was in surgery the next morning.
I didn't get much sleep that night and was starting to get really nervous and anxious. The next day when my fiance took me to the hospital they informed me he would have to leave me as soon as the nurse called me. Luckily, with me being in a wheelchair, on the brink of an anxiety attack and unable to do basic things alone, they allowed him to stay with me until I was on my way down to surgery. I got fully explained the procedure that was going to take place, and reassured that I would be left in capable hands. As I was on my way into surgery I started having an anxiety attack, and they had to inject me with something to calm me down before I was able to be put under.
I came around in a recovery room full of lots of other people who had also had surgery, I started crying and asking for my fiance, in incredible pain from my ankle and given pain relief in steps to be monitored. There was lots going on, I was scared, and I wasn't allowed to see my fiance for quite a bit longer. As soon as there was space in a ward, I got moved onto a ward where I could start coming round and be monitored by another set of nurses.
On the ward I was greeted by some lovely nurses who got me a cuppa tea and a sandwich to help me come round (they even accommodated to my picky taste in sandwiches). I was quickly in need of a wee, the third thing to tick off before they can release you, and discovered that I had also come on my period whilst under the knife!!!! Thanks for that body! Unfortunately I also got hit with a wave of sickness and needed to take something for this and have more of a nap before I was allowed to be released.
As I came round for the third time, that day I was finally told I would be able to leave as soon as they got hold of my fiance and taught us how to inject myself daily!!! Blood thinner to stop me getting blood clots since I'd be sat around all day resting. That was interesting, and soon I was on my way out with a bag full of tablets and injections and a sick bucket to throw up into in the car.
I spent the rest of the day in and out of sleep, and the next day I woke up slightly swollen and in a bit of pain, but still able to function. I took my painkillers on the dot and it seemed all would be going well.
The beginning of the week was hard, with my fiance back at work, I was home alone for 10+ hours a day. Time to start doing things to keep myself occupied. I started off with life related errands to get things in order. On Tuesday evening one of my team mates came to pick me up and take me to watch practice. It wasn't as hard as I was thinking it would be. As much as it sucked I wasn't able to skate, there was nothing I could do about being injured so it was nice to be out of the house and seeing my team.
THEN WEDNESDAY CAME.
I expected it to be a normal appointment to get my cast changed into one that was lighter weight, however as soon as I got sat down they said it wasn't as I expected. Take my cast off and my leg/ankle/foot was a zig-zag shape and made me feel sick. I was told the news that it wasn't the straight fracture A&E had told me, but a more complex one that would require surgery and a plate fitting to my bones to get them back straight. More worrying was the ligament damage that had occurred and that they might also need operating on. There wasn't the availability for surgery that day, so I was sent home to home-wait for a call to come back.
I GOT THE CALL LATER THAT AFTERNOON, I was in surgery the next morning.
I didn't get much sleep that night and was starting to get really nervous and anxious. The next day when my fiance took me to the hospital they informed me he would have to leave me as soon as the nurse called me. Luckily, with me being in a wheelchair, on the brink of an anxiety attack and unable to do basic things alone, they allowed him to stay with me until I was on my way down to surgery. I got fully explained the procedure that was going to take place, and reassured that I would be left in capable hands. As I was on my way into surgery I started having an anxiety attack, and they had to inject me with something to calm me down before I was able to be put under.
I came around in a recovery room full of lots of other people who had also had surgery, I started crying and asking for my fiance, in incredible pain from my ankle and given pain relief in steps to be monitored. There was lots going on, I was scared, and I wasn't allowed to see my fiance for quite a bit longer. As soon as there was space in a ward, I got moved onto a ward where I could start coming round and be monitored by another set of nurses.
On the ward I was greeted by some lovely nurses who got me a cuppa tea and a sandwich to help me come round (they even accommodated to my picky taste in sandwiches). I was quickly in need of a wee, the third thing to tick off before they can release you, and discovered that I had also come on my period whilst under the knife!!!! Thanks for that body! Unfortunately I also got hit with a wave of sickness and needed to take something for this and have more of a nap before I was allowed to be released.
As I came round for the third time, that day I was finally told I would be able to leave as soon as they got hold of my fiance and taught us how to inject myself daily!!! Blood thinner to stop me getting blood clots since I'd be sat around all day resting. That was interesting, and soon I was on my way out with a bag full of tablets and injections and a sick bucket to throw up into in the car.
I spent the rest of the day in and out of sleep, and the next day I woke up slightly swollen and in a bit of pain, but still able to function. I took my painkillers on the dot and it seemed all would be going well.
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