Category Archives: Wound dressing

A really long day!


Monday 2nd December

Have just returned from a long day trip to Exeter.

I had an appointment at the dressings clinic, to see whether the drain in my leg was ready to be removed ~ no, not yet, as I’m still losing too much fluid. So plastic bag changed, and the site cleaned up.

Hmmm, another week of dangly bag between knees!

There was also a Macmillan nurse there who had a printout of my results, following the groin dissection three weeks ago: of the four further nodes removed, only one more contained melanoma, and that was ‘encapsulated’, no spread to the surrounding tissue which had also been removed. Three out of six, in total.

Does that sound good, or maybe OK?

She then spoke for a bit about the Combi-Ad drugs trial, I have been offered.

My wonderful plastic surgeon, who was conducting his own clinic, then popped his head round the corner, to say hello and check the wound, scar, red bruising, hot feeling, wooden thigh, that I now seem to possess! All seems normal, he’s happy with the progress being made, and will now refer me on to an oncologist, where I will find out more about the trial.

So, all in all, not a wonderful day, but not dreadful either.

Dressing. Drain. Disappointment.


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.

Post-op Plastics Clinic


Monday 16th September

We have to drive up to Exeter this morning. I thought I’d be seeing the consultant for results, but it was not to be ~ too soon for any reports to be back yet.

I meet with a nurse, who removes the dressings ~ Whoahhhh ~ felt a bit wobbly as she did it; quickly and without any fuss. Looking at the scar, it is really tidy, no stitches to be seen, no bruising, no redness at all. I have to keep taping it for the next five weeks, to make sure the skin knits together properly.

The scar area remains tender, and the inside of my left thigh is quite sore, and a little puffy-looking. Not that my inner thighs are normally toned, sleek and slender!!

Friday at the Surgery


Friday 7th June

Just returned from the surgery for my twice weekly dressing. Another infection. More antibiotics. Yah boo sucks.

On Monday I have been called to the hospital to see the original consultant who ‘did’ my back, and referred me on, for my foot.

I believe she is going to talk me through the CT scan results. It’s make or break time.

Positive, positive, positive thoughts. Crossing everything.

Last week of May


Two re-dressings of the foot, and the removal of the one over the skin graft donor site ~ long and protracted, but the skin on my thigh doesn’t look too bad!

Had a quick telephone conversation with the second Macmillan nurse who appears much more friendly, sensitive and ‘glass half full’ than the other doom and gloom, telling-off one! It was good to let her know my thoughts and concerns, and not be made to feel insignificant or guilty, or to be spoken to in a dismissive or condescending fashion!

Down at the surgery again


Friday 24th May

It’s exactly one week since I had the second operation. I’m off to the surgery to see my wonderful practice nurse for a clean-up and re-dressing. The dent on the top of foot doesn’t shock me so much today, and it is quite painfree having all the gauze, lint, bandages, compression stocking removed and reapplied.

I hobble out clutching a party sized box of strong painkillers; an absolute necessity first thing in the morning, when I lower my foot to the  floor, and attempt to begin my day with a spring in my step!

The day the cast came off


Wednesday 22nd May

Again we arrive at the hospital in Plymouth way to early, but it gives us a chance to locate the correct ward, and on the way, requisition a wheel chair, to speed up my movement!

Handbag on lap, crutches clenched between my knees; this is the new, smooth way to travel!

The ‘Peel and Reveal’ session was carried out very expertly, and almost painfree, by a wonderful nurse. What my eyes were presented with at the completion was amazingly fascinating, and yet shockingly gruesome! The size of the excision was unbelievable; there was a great dented crater, my fourth toe looked as though it was standing on a stalk, and where was the skin graft skin? I think I was expecting normal flesh colour, but maybe a bit pink and puckered! The split skin graft had been turned into a mesh and stretched over the wound, with a number of stitches to keep it in place. Wow!

Post-op #1 ~ more dressing of the crater



Following on from Wednesday’s visit to the surgery, I was back there on Friday ~ no better, no worse ~ was the state of the infection ~ keep taking the pills!

On Sunday the district nurse came to the house to clean and dress the wound. As it was still a bit stinky, she advised me to go back to the surgery on Monday.

I’ve never visited the place, on so many occasions, in so short a time! Back on the Monday, as the infection was still present, I was put on another set of antibiotics.

The swabs that I had taken for MRSA all came back negative, so that was some good news!

My last visit to the nurse was on Wednesday 15th May, when it found that the infection had  cleared up, yay! All systems go for the skin graft operation.

Post-op #1~ wound dressing #2


Wednesday 8th May

I was dreading this, I really didn’t want to go through the pain again. However, it was so much easier this time, nothing had stuck to the wound tissue ~ breathes enormous sigh of relief! But, there was an infection. My notes read: malodorous today, sloughy wound bed, periwound erythema. Bleugh. Antibiotics were prescribed. If the wound were to remain infected, the skin graft couldn’t go ahead.