On Friday I had to report for my 4th knee operation, at the not so nice hour of 7.30 a.m. Was soon booked in, saw a couple of doctors, had huge arrow drawn on leg, was checked by nurse.. and then the waiting began. What was making things worse that the TV was locked on to one channel - the BBC
, so it was wall to wall hot air from the election pundits. By noon I could stand no more, asked nurse how much longer I had to wait, still two before me, so asked if I could go have a cigarette, well it was that or attack the TV set, so me and another patient were allowed out for a ‘fresh air’ break. At 1.30 went for op, managed to get the nuttiest pre op team… all bonkers. At 3.30 woke up in post op, feeling very groggy, but made a determined effort to wake up, was NOT going to be kept in like last time. Was take up to ward at 4pm, and given a lovely cuppa and slice of toast shortly after, my pre op buddy soon joined me, we’d spent the morning chatting, so it was nice to catch up with her again. We both were determined to be allowed home, so got ourselves moving, with a lot of ooch, ouch, ooch… etc. Nurse promised we’d both be allowed to go home, me at 6.30, my friend at 7, so we had to ‘enjoy’ dinner, wasn’t too bad, fish and chips
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But yesterday I felt like death warmed up, very groggy, knee killing me… felt worse as the day went on. Was going to do some crafting, but just didn’t feel like it. Luckily last night I got a good nights sleep, didn’t wake up till 10 a.m, felt more human, looked a lot better, but then had to take bandage off knee… ooer, another set of scars!
My knee would pass for a map of Crewe Station… If this op hasn’t worked then it is on to op number five…
Here is what knee looks like:







