This originally started out as a pencil sketch, but then decided to paint a vivid background using Oil Paints.
Well, today, in the comfort of my own home, I removed the post stitch removal dressing, and unfortunately, one of my wounds is not ready to be released to the world just yet. The top two look pretty good, but the bottom one still looks a bit yucky.
So, I think its still going to be a few days before I am totally free of the dressings, so will have to keep it dry till then.
Thanks to Nurse Janice who took significant care when removing the dressings, which is more than can be said for the nurse who actually removed the stitches 🙂
Legs feeling better today, but I have a little bit of a bleed going on.
I think its just where the stitches have come out, although the bottom wound looks a bit gammy.
I will be removing the dressing tomorrow, but will see if I need to put a new one on, depending on that bottom wound.
I had a follow up appointment with my Consultant today, and it went well. He got a senior nurse to remove the “special” mattress stitches and he was very pleased with the progress. He explained (after some very dry humour about how he just did it for fun and that it would not actually help my situation), he said I should be okay to remove the dressings, and shower properly without having to wear my plastic bag on my leg within a few days.
The actual removal of the stitches was a little uncomfortable as she seemed to dig quite deep to get them snipped and out. Some of the knots had been covered with new skin which caused a little bleeding.
Unfortunately, I was unable to snap a picture without the dressings, so that will have to be in a few days.
I still have to wear the compression stockings for another few weeks, but other than that he said just get on with it. I am still going to avoid any lengthly train journeys for a while if possible as sitting in a normal position causes my leg to swell quite a bit and makes it a little uncomfortable.
I am currently spending about half my day on the sofa with my leg raised, and the other half working from my desk.
Well, the past thirteen days have been uncomfortable to say the least.
I began with having my leg raised at all times, unless I was shuffling to the loo. I was able to manage the stairs one step at a time, and in bed, I had to also have my leg raised which made it very awkward to sleep. As a result, I was shattered most of the time during my recovery.
After a few days of rest, I started to take small walks, just round the block. This was not too bad, I took it easy initially, but the main pain came from when I got back home as it agitated the wound a fair amount.
After about a week and a half, I attempted my first day out, just to the cinema, so it was a walk, a metro journey, and another bit of a walk. After being sat in the cinema for two hours I was ready for home as it was incredibly uncomfortable to sit in a normal position for two hours. As soon as I was home, I resumed my position on the sofa, with my leg up.
It seems to be very achy at the moment, and quite bruised (which is probably the cause of the pain).
Its another week before I get my stitches out, so I am eager to see what the wound itself is like as it feels quite tight (I assume its got some scabs, must resist the pick).
Also looking forward to being able to shower without the massive plastic bag on my leg 🙂
And this is the review (kind of).
This is a new painting done with the newly released ArtRage 5. (Lens flare thanks to Photoshop CC)
ArtRage 5 can be found here :
The day after surgery, and I was still in hospital, but due to be discharged. I was given some Physio, and checked to make sure I could stand and at least shuffle around a bit.
They removed my bandages, and changed my dressing, burgh, and gave me some instructions. I was given a preliminary date for my follow up appointment (3 weeks later) where I would have my stitches out (apparently, the consultant wants to remove them himself as he has done something special with them ??).
And then I was discharged, with a bag full of pain killers for my recovery process. We shall see how it goes.
I don’t quite remember waking up, but I think I remember opening my eyes and seeing a young female nurse looking at me. She may have been asking me questions, but I am not sure. I had an oxygen mask on for a bit, and just lay there.
From what I remember, I did not have the crazy effect I had heard so much about, the disorientation, the chatty ness. It felt like I was okay, just chatting to the nurse. She gave me some water out of a straw, and swapped my oxygen mask for a nasal tube. I just lay there, looking at the clock, and listening to what was going on around me. Ever now and then, I would be asked how I was, and I replied “fine”. I certainly felt okay.
Looking at the clock, I had only been in surgery for about 35 minutes. In and out, quick as a flash.
It wasn’t for another 30-45 minutes that I was then wheeled back up stairs. I remember being reversed back in to my room, and thankfully, as I was turned, there was my Partner waiting for me. I felt relieved.