I had packed hubby off home, as i knew that once i'd come round and been given something to eat and drink, the time would be past the visiting hours, plus it's a stress on yourself to be fit enough to be seen. I decided it would be better to come round slowly and sleep without having to worry about visitors. Besides the poor man had been up from 6am with me starving as well as i was, no drink too until 5pm. He deserved the break, and some sleep. Turned out to be an excellent decision as i had 5mins of visiting time, and i just leisurely ate some toast and had a coffee. Pain was pretty nagging and stingy but not too bad.
I managed to go to the toilet on crutches with a nurse walking with me just in case, and it was slow and steady but manageable. The rest of the ladies on my ward were hugely older and had had replacements either knee or hips.I was given stockings to wear, a fetching blue this time and a blood thinner injection. There was lots of uummming and ahhhing over whether i would get these, I wanted them to be safe (having had a DVT previously) so i told them this, to see if that would help the decision?!
I have noticed little things that have changed in the hospital, it's my sixth surgery there, fourth big hip one and protocol has changed, how they treat you has changed and the amount of paperwork is HUGE!!!! some changes are for the better, but some things not. I can not slate the NHS as quite frankly i am forever grateful that i get seen, get cared for and treatment is given whenever needed. Slowly slowly you can see private corporations under the guise of NHS foundation trust, acting as if they are NHS but the truth is they aren't.
So here it is, I'm stapeled (madness i know seen as my MRI is on 2 weeks time.) pushing for time. Last time i was glued back together and had steri strips for added security. It's the full original scar length around 10inches long.