SO................. surgery follow up - thank you to those who have sent emails/ messages/ said nice things, or asked how I am..............
................................so here are the gory details :-)
I saw my surgeon last Monday to get my stitches removed and for the general no oozing/ burning/ icky incision areas; no fever; no other weird stuff check. Apart from the unexplained vomiting (& the surgery!) I seem fine, or more accurately, 'as expected'.
Stitches were removed from my three tiny little incisions which are healing nicely and look like they will barely leave a mark. But believe me, these tiny little incisions are deceptive! I'm using pure aloe vera gel, which is what I put on my first scar too - which is about fifteen(ish) times the size of these and looks great; so I think they'll pretty much disappear - top right photo shows how good it looks already.
Back to my deceptive little cuts. I knew it was never going to be like Dr K's surgery in Kentucky - open back surgery versus arthroscopy, definitely no contest as to which is preferable; but a lot can be pushed and pulled and stretched and cut through these neat little incisions. I went into this surgery feeling different - in many ways - from the first one. The first one, I thought it was going to fix me - oh the naivety! I also went into that one thinking it could not possibly get any worse. Nope. Also, I was actually excited for my surgery in KY (seriously) - for all those reasons. That wasn't totally naive. And technically, it did work. It just just that there was a whole lot more wrong than I knew at the time.
This time, I was not excited. When the surgeon asked me how I was feeling prior to my surgery, I told him - and the anaesthetist and the anaesthetist's assistant, and the pre-op nurse - all of whom were wonderful - "to be honest, I'm a bit nervous about this one." Nobody knew what the outcome would be. But having everyone, including the anaesthetist and my surgeon taking time before the surgery to come and just chat for 5 minutes, to introduce themselves, explain what they'd be doing, ask if I had any concerns - I was not nervous about the level of care I would receive in any way at all. Simple gestures, several minutes of their time. Reassurance. Kindness. It's amazing the difference it makes and it was so very much appreciated.
I also, however, did not for one moment expect to wake up in excruciating pain! This was those three wee incisions - not the open back, drilling-through-bone surgery I had in KY! I hadn't even contemplated waking up in so much pain. My first conscious thought was: this feels just like the last time - like I had been cut open, cut up, and sewn back together..... which technically did happen, I suppose. They asked me to rate my pain on a scale of one to ten. I've explained often enough on here why I hate that scale and really struggle with it. Apparently my drugged-up, semi-anaesthetised self has the same existential problems as my undrugged brain.
"Just give me a number," the nurse said, "is it 5? 10? 50? 250........?" (At this point all I wanted was a sip of water. One sip. One ice chip. Anything. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness but my mouth was SO dry from an anti-nausea patch - like talc had been squirted in my mouth. I kept pointing at the patch on my neck, trying to explain; my mouth was too try to say more than a few words.) So I picked a number. "250." I sobbed. She said it first - and it did hurt! A LOT. I asked again for water or ice, between sobs. No water until I was conscious. They gave me IV demerol........ sleep, wake, repeat........... they gave me IV fentanyl............. sleep, wake, repeat............ they gave me IV ketamine...... I kept falling asleep - probably only minutes were passing, it felt like forever and in between I kept trying to ask for ice, or water, and pointing at my neck.
Eventually I managed to open my eyes for long enough to be deemed conscious (imagine a kid pretending they have frog eyes - because this is what I was imagining as I tried to keep my eyes open. I'm pretty sure this is what I was doing.). I got ice. I managed to talk properly. The f&^%$#g scopolamine patch had fallen off my neck at some point. I must have looked like a proper numpty just pointing at my neck (on the good side), not really saying anything! Although I wouldn't have choked on a SIP of water. With this figured out, they got me another patch. And more ice chips. And my parents. It's funny, people worry so much about you (/someone) go in for surgery, and then they laugh at me (/someone) so much when I'm (/someone's) all doped up and waking up. There must be some sort of relief-release thing going on there.
The nurse told me I hurt so much because I didn't have any local anaesthetic before the wounds were closed - I will stop claiming the lidocaine-catheter-into-the-wound 48-hour-pump-thing in KY did nothing. I believe them now. It was doing something!
Where was it now?! Ouch!
At my follow-up appointment, Dr G told me he expected my surgical pain to take around 4-6 weeks to ease. That was quite a relief (more for my mum I think) to know severe pain is still expected at this stage. I do feel it is way better than after the last one; but I am very, very aware of how much the medication is helping with that - and very grateful to have something that is working. Really working - I have just discovered that painkillers are actually meant to do that - kill pain. Not take it down a notch or two; but really push it down; make it nearly disappear. Dr G said maybe not take it away entirely, but maybe get it down to a '1' - if I had anything that could even get my pain consistently down to a '5' I would be delighted. I have never had that before - the kind of pain relief I had after this surgery. I can't believe I genuinely didn't know that. (I am now looking for a pain doctor.) And right now, all the sleep is awesome! Not ideal, or desirable, as a long-term solution, but definitely helpful at the moment. They say you heal when you sleep...... and I have a lot of healing to do, and rather a lot of sleep to catch up on too!
|I've used this before, but I love it. |
Also, this fact is hereditary - it is passed down on the maternal side ;-)
Dr G explained that he cut away about 2 to 3 inches of scarred down glenohumeral ligament "deep" in my shoulder. To be honest, I need to read a bit more to really understand it, but basically the scarred down ligaments have been preventing my arm from being able to reach above my head (or be pushed, pulled, stretched, forced - pick the torture). Under anaesthetic, my left (good) side movements were measured and then my right side compared to it. Apparently it's quite unusual (surprise surprise) to have close to normal internal/ external rotation (& some other specifics) and just not be able to do one movement. My physios (and I have too!) have spent a lot of time working manually which has brought improvement - at one point a physical therapist in KY told me I had "the worst external rotation [she'd] ever seen". Why some of the manual therapy worked, but not the overhead, I don't know.
Marked: CAPSULAR LIGAMENT
Honestly, my guess would be I damaged that area initially - it fits with my initial pain location (pain in that area has been a constant), and my mechanism of injury, the way I fell etc. The other stuff got stiffer as time passed. But who knows, really. Now, the big question is whether the surgical release of this tissue will be enough to enable manual therapy, with passive movement, to make enough of a difference; or if there is a chance I have more scarring in other areas of my side/ribs/ lateral scapula area that may need to be looked at somehow. Only time will tell.
All in all, Dr G has done exactly what he said he could do, and he has done it - so far, it seems - in a way that feels positive, helpful, and totally worth the surgery. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that the healing continues and I survive the required physical therapy. At my appointment he did say that one of the difficult things is being asked to do therapy; to keep it moving; to prevent it scarring again - all while there is pain and healing going on. That's nothing new, it really feels like I've been doing that since June 2011......... I can't believe it's been so long. My body is agreeing with this being a major challenge though. It completely freaked out at physio on Monday (the 'stick' and I really do not get on - it has never liked me; nor I it); we opted for a more gentle session on Wednesday to calm things down; then Friday we went looking for that elusive 'line' everyone talks about,the one I've been searching for for close to three years. It seemed better today, but it was really a trick. My body is fickle!! It just waited a few hours, I had a nap after I got home (ok, I fell asleep right in the middle of a skype call to my sister.... sorry Jill!) and then later, my muscles freaked out again, and spasmed, causing drenching sweats as a kaleidoscope of butterflies* fluttered inside me, little fasciculations fluttering within my muscles - an old familiar feeling, unfortunately. Excellent. The line continues to elude me.
*I was going to say a swarm of bees buzzed inside me, but I use the butterfly analogy more - it's more accurate; so I Googled a collection of butterflies and learned the correct term is a kaleidoscope of butterflies - how cool! I am going to use that any chance I get. And I don't imagine there will be that many opportunities, so there it is. I think the colours should be compulsory too!
|Live Colorfully! (Love Kate Spade - I could do this resolution!)|
Back to Hogmanay (as New Year's Eve is known in Scotland - and it's such a big party that both January 1st and 2nd are public holidays!) and my post-surgery evening..........
I did manage to get upstairs (with help) and into bed (ditto) - after KY I couldn't climb stairs for 2 weeks, nor could I lie flat. This time I didn't need to have my arm immobilised, although I have a sling for when I really need it - especially in busy places, it serves as a warning sign as much as a support (maybe I'll get some fabric paint..... make it colourful!) So although I was sore, objectively I did know it wasn't as bad right from the beginning. Although I was totally out of it from the "entire pharmacy" of IV meds the nurse told me I'd had (her words).
Mum came upstairs regularly, to check on me - I was mostly sleeping. At one point she asked me if I thought I'd be awake at midnight (for the new year - one I won't forget!) and did I want her and Dad to come upstairs 'for the bells' (another Scottish reference) rather than leave me alone. I looked right at her, eyes open, and said, "have you still not finished putting together all of these prizes for this thing for Jill & Fraser?" (my sister & brother-in-law - who were back home in Scotland). The look on my Mum's face was priceless. I really don't think I've seen her speechless before! Despite being - clearly - not quite with it, I did manage to respond first,"oh, I must have still been dreaming." (Absolutely no recollection of my dream) - to be honest, I think it's actually funnier to me because I remember it....... this complete expression of pure confusion on her face. I also remember her coming in some other time, asking me what I was watching - my laptop was open - "I'm watching my screensaver." (In my defence, my screensaver is mainly photos and quotes saved from Pinterest - sometimes I just let it play like my personal little inspirational slideshow while I'm doing other stuff anyway, although I'm not usually 'watching' it.) She thought it was hilarious.
For entertainment value, I did amuse them :-)
They got me these:
I really don't know where I'd be without them.
"Life is what happens to you while
you're busy making other plans."
~ John Lennon ~