A weight off my leg

An early start this morning and off to the Royal Berks hospital, in our car expertly piloted by our lodger. I felt a bit nervous, but not overly so. The traffic was light at seven am and I was soon walking to the day surgery ward, to join the other patients, eagerly awaiting their operations. The whole process of being given a bed, vital sign checks, questions by the bucketload and then my consultant and the other doctor who works with him were meeting me, time to ask a few questions of my own. One of them marked with an arrow the leg with the cage on.

I  met the anaesthesia doctor, and a few minutes later I was heading to the theatre, where I lay down on a theatre bed. A little while later I was drifting off, and woke later in the recovery suite minus the cage. My leg wrapped up, in a white bandage.


Soon after I was wheeled back to the ward, where some toast and coffee was my breakfast. It was made clear to me that as soon as I had gone to that toilet, I could ring my lift for them to come and get me. This ward is very efficient and well organised. I was taken back to the house at eleven thirty. The cage on its own feels very heavy, my leg feels good, I have some instructions on what to do with it, the big dressing can come off at the weekend and be replaced with individual dressings. The leg can have its first shower in ten days. I can drive as soon as I feel comfortable to do so, I can walk about with no sticks again, but my foot is not going down so well after all that idleness. I want to draw a line under this now, I have to go back for a check up in a month, I need to book a bone density check soon, but I want to report on more mundane or normal things now in this blog now. It’s time to get on with my life. I have two dog sits to do in February and a birthday to celebrate on Friday.

A big thank you to everyone who has supported me over the last seven months. Even a simple message helped me along. I feel lucky to have recovered, with a lot of help from my friends. 


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