Over the next week the bruising really came out. Tramadol made the pain sort of bearable, and the diazepam kept the spasms under control for the most part. Standing up, getting in or out of bed, sitting down, all still caused spasms, but at least the random spasms had stopped. If I could keep moving the spasms didn't happen, but any time I sat for more than 15 minutes, they would build. I also had to sit in a dining chair, with cushions to keep my back upright. Sofas or armchairs weren't possible as they required me to lean back, which I couldn't do.
I had given work the good news that I wasn't back for at least 2 weeks, and called the health fund, who confirmed that they covered my surgeon and his consultations. I also called the private hospital and they got me an appointment with him for Tuesday 19th June.
My mother returned home, but my sister came to cook for me on Sunday, and I had Ocado deliver my groceries while she was there to unpack and carry things. I couldn't bend down at all (those lovely spasms), but I learned how to do things on my knees. Packing/unpacking the dishwasher kneeling on the floor in the kitchen took an hour, but it wasn't like I had much else to do!
I was now able to stand under a shower on my own, and could sleep better with the Tramadol. The fort kept my on my right side, and other than getting into and out of bed, it wasn't too painful. The new problem was my left hand, which ended up stuck between the mattress and my rib cage, because it could only bend inwards and the sling meant it had nowhere else to go. It then would go completely numb and wake me up, then hurt like hell when the blood started flowing. This would happen a few times a night. I started staying in bed from 9pm til 11am, in an attempt to get anything near 8 hours sleep.
I couldn't do things like put the bins out on the street for the garbage collectors (my sister did that for me), or cook anything other than toast and sometimes an egg. That wasn't too much of a problem, as I had no appetite at all. I learned to use my knees to hold things like bottles so I could open them with my right hand, but it was getting increasingly painful and sometimes it just wasn't possible.
My left arm was sort of locked against my left side, I couldn't/wouldn't move it in any direction, so washing and deodorant was also a challenge.
The fort....
The bruises....
I had given work the good news that I wasn't back for at least 2 weeks, and called the health fund, who confirmed that they covered my surgeon and his consultations. I also called the private hospital and they got me an appointment with him for Tuesday 19th June.
My mother returned home, but my sister came to cook for me on Sunday, and I had Ocado deliver my groceries while she was there to unpack and carry things. I couldn't bend down at all (those lovely spasms), but I learned how to do things on my knees. Packing/unpacking the dishwasher kneeling on the floor in the kitchen took an hour, but it wasn't like I had much else to do!
I was now able to stand under a shower on my own, and could sleep better with the Tramadol. The fort kept my on my right side, and other than getting into and out of bed, it wasn't too painful. The new problem was my left hand, which ended up stuck between the mattress and my rib cage, because it could only bend inwards and the sling meant it had nowhere else to go. It then would go completely numb and wake me up, then hurt like hell when the blood started flowing. This would happen a few times a night. I started staying in bed from 9pm til 11am, in an attempt to get anything near 8 hours sleep.
I couldn't do things like put the bins out on the street for the garbage collectors (my sister did that for me), or cook anything other than toast and sometimes an egg. That wasn't too much of a problem, as I had no appetite at all. I learned to use my knees to hold things like bottles so I could open them with my right hand, but it was getting increasingly painful and sometimes it just wasn't possible.
My left arm was sort of locked against my left side, I couldn't/wouldn't move it in any direction, so washing and deodorant was also a challenge.
The fort....
The bruises....
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