Reality

I'm pretty sure everyone reaches a point where they feel like they have no choice but to be upfront, honest and real with themselves, and to everyone else. Whatever it is, and whoever you are, there must have been a time in life when you've had to stop the "brave face" and just acknowledge and face a situation.

For me, I think that time is now, or is about to be upon me. I haven't written a personal update post for quite a while, and I think this post will be one of those.

As far as my osteomyelitis goes, the surgery I had in June seems to have worked - or at least stopped any infection from spreading. I still have pain, and it still burns, but it radiates less and the joint is more stable. However, it's gone wrong in a way that I never thought nor expected it would.

Because of the debridement, there was less bone remaining on the right side of the bone than the left side. And because of infection, my wires had to be removed earlier than the time that bone fusion took place (and they were removed sans prior X-ray). Post-wire-removal, the distal fragment has moved, towards the right side, and subsequently fused, leaving the joint at a 30* angle. Now, it needs to be fused again because of the poor result. I won't go much into my surgeon and what exactly happened, but I'm left feeling disappointed and deflated at how things have gone. How many more "last time" surgeries will I have? How many more people will I have to seek out before finding one who can really do this?

I'm hoping that my old surgeons can rescue this, now that the osteomyelitis is at bay. They were unwilling to do the surgery as it wasn't their super-specialty to deal with osteomyelitis. Now, I need a "simple" fusion. It just sucks so much to feel like this. I've dropped my coping mechanisms and am a combination of upset, frustrated and disappointed that I'm in this situation. I'm facing the situation with a real mindset and I can't deny that I feel really rubbish about what's going on, because surgery for me is a big deal because of my bleeding. Not to mention that I'm losing weight again and my GI tract has been giving me real trouble lately.

I hate feeling so down about things, because I'm not that kind of person. I'm sure this is a phase I'll get through, but for now, these are my raw feelings. It's just one of those "why me?" moments, when I feel just a bit more negative than normal.

Following on

On Wednesday, I had my first post-operative appointment with my hand surgeon. I've been struggling with my afterthoughts and having regrets with hindsight lately, but my surgeon has been really lovely about everything.

When I had the dressings taken down, I was really worried, since I had no idea what to expect and what it would look like. The best news is that the ulcer is now gone, and the skin is closed. However, there is a lot of bone missing, and I won't get it back, however successful this operation is, and has been.

My recovery seems to have stalled a little - I'd thought that my gastrointestinal symptoms would ease, once I was off the antibiotics, but it seems like they're here to stay. I've been getting very bloated to the point where I look nearly pregnant, and things just don't feel right. For a while now, I've realised that milk doesn't agree with me, nor do fried, heavy foods. Generally, I snack lightly during the day and then have a small meal at dinner, which seems to suit me much better than my old diet.

I'm disappointed that my joint has been fused totally straight. On the morning of my operation, I'd asked my surgeon whether it'd be fused straight or bent, and he informed me that it would be slightly bent, as it would be the most functional. Now I've seen it, it's straight, if not slightly too straight and verging on hyperextended. The timescale with which we were working pre-operatively was so tight, that now I look back and have many regrets.

My mind and body are all-over-the-place right now. My Ehlers-Danlos is really rebelling since the operation, and I'm having quite a few mucosal bleeds since the effect of the platelet transfusions wore off. I'm seeing my haematologist in two weeks' time, so hopefully we can put a stop to the bleeding. This is most definitely not the most coherent post I've written, but it's difficult to put so many thoughts in writing when nothing's quite straight. Hopefully I'll be able to write again soon, with some better news. x

Overcomplicated

Have you ever felt that everything is overcomplicated? Or that people are out to complicate things for you?

I've never had to wait so long for a post-op appointment. I had my surgery on Friday, 7th June - and I still haven't got an appointment date. My surgeon spoke to me the day after my operation, Saturday, saying that he would see me "next week" - the week beginning that Monday - but we never arranged a day or time. The secretary, talking with whom feels like having my hairs plucked one by one, phoned me to say that she could only offer me an appointment in two weeks' time; tomorrow. I didn't kick up a fuss, since one week shouldn't make a huge difference.

Concerned about drug side-effects, pain and just not feeling myself, I phoned her to see if I could move the appointment forward. I spoke to her this Monday, and asked if I could get an appointment either on Tuesday or Wednesday. I booked an appointment for Wednesday, and hung up. I emailed her for confirmation, just in case, as her voice is hard to hear and understand. She emailed me back saying that the appointment had been moved further, to next Wednesday, instead of being brought forward, as I'd asked. My original slot had been taken.

Next week, I go on placement (meaning I can't attend clinic), which I was really looking forward to. Unfortunately, I won't be able to scrub into theatres and do things I wanted to do, because I won't have seen my surgeon and I don't want to reduce the dressing in case anything happens.

I wrote back, asking if there were any slots for the Wednesday just gone instead, and was told that the clinic was full, though she could overbook. I thought this was feasible, and agreed, as long as the surgeon was fine with it (which he has been, in the past). I never got a reply after after this, and contacted her again yesterday to check if I was on the list, and still heard nothing. All the other times I'd contacted her, she'd replied within the hour, if not sooner.

Finally, I received a reply this morning, saying that I was on the list for next Wednesday. What part of being on placement and unable to attend does she not get? She didn't answer my email before the clinic, and even when she did, she didn't answer my question. Surely it's just common courtesy to reply, even if she's been unable to overbook? I feel totally let down by the system - not only is it poor service, especially considering this is the private sector, but it's rude, and she doesn't seem interested in helping people at all.

What I experienced after this was something I shan't forget for a while still. I wrote back, telling her for a second time that I would be on placement and that next Wednesday wouldn't work for me. Her reply to me asked if I wanted to change the appointment. I couldn't believe I was seeing this; I had just told her I couldn't make it, and she just wrote back asking if I wanted to change. Wasn't it clear enough that I wanted to change the appointment? I can't think of many people that would say no!

Afterthoughts

It's been a difficult recovery, knowing that I could have gone through so much pain and complications - and that my outcomes are possibly, or likely, to be poor. A huge amount of money and effort went into this operation, but that's only material and is besides the point.

Knowing that being hospitalised this time has made things a lot worse for me, is difficult to deal with, mentally. I know that taking the opioids they gave me has affected my gastrointestinal system more than I thought they would, and that losing even more weight is to my detriment. I'm working hard to gain the lost weight, and have stopped taking the codeine since I realised the effects it was having on me.

In a way, I'm glad that I didn't know how bad things were before the operation, as I know that this would still have been the only option and the only road for us to go down. I suppose I would have still chosen to undergo surgery, but might have been just a little more anxious and nervous, so in a way it's a blessing we never knew. However, it feels so disheartening to learn of the consequences this operation could have on me. If the infection has spread far enough, or is extensively within the soft tissue, there's a fair chance that the surgery not only will fail, but could make everything a whole lot worse. I once had a doctor inform me that it was possible to lose the whole hand to the infection. I've been told that it was always a risk to have any metalwork in an area of recent infection, yet it seemed like this was the best of all options for me.

I feel very shaken and still am upset about the experience I had with my platelet transfusion. This is the second time I've gone into anaphylactic shock, and the feeling is awful. Both times have been a result of IV agents, making the onset very quick, and the effects severe. The feelings of impending doom and having your heart beat so fast and hard that your ears hurt, are inexplicably uncomfortable. For the remainder of the morning, and for the rest of the day, my heart rate was more than twice my normal, and had me shaking - not helped by the other effects of the reaction.

I'm so glad to be at home to make a full recovery, and am nervously awaiting Friday, for my post-op appointment. Hopefully it will be then, that I will find out more about the platelet reaction, and about the surgery itself.