Monday 25th November
Spent a lovely weekend with my family; lots of visitors, bringing more flowers, cards, chocolate, and much love!
My wonderful next door neighbour also presented me with a huge bunch of flowers ~ she had seen me returning last Monday, noting the struggle I had getting out of the car. She saw the pain I was in, and told my husband that her heart bled for me, and that I would be in her prayers.
Today we set off early on a trip to Exeter to the plastics clinic.
I had a left groin dissection fourteen days ago, was discharged a week ago.
Firstly I had the white dressing removed from a quite long scar: no visible stitches, just a very long, tidy line. The nurse cleaned it up a bit using sterile water, but did not then put anything back on it. Time to let it heal in the fresh air, so to speak!
I really, really was hoping for the drain to be removed, but no such luck!
As I’m draining 120 + mls per 24 hours, the drainpipe cannot be removed. That is way too much apparently!
I saw a nurse practitioner, who checked this out with the doctor.
The amount needs to be less than 30mls.
Plus, the drain fluid is still dark ~ a nice shade of merlot; it needs to go from red, through rose, and on to white wine!! (Well that was the analogy the consultant used!)
So, it’s back again in a week.
Must try harder!!!!!
So I’m stuck for yet another seven days with the dangly, plastic, collecting bag!!
I still feel rather uncomfortable, and the tube is leaving the top part of my leg bruised and puffy.
Probably, deep down, I knew the plumbing pipe wasn’t going to be removed today ~ I am an impatient patient! It’s just that two weeks with a foreign body stuck up the inside of one’s leg is not the happiest of thoughts! Still, if it is to be, I shall not argue with the professionals! Perhaps in another week’s time it will be gone.