Luckily there is a nice nurse on the ward who offers to get me some tea from the kitchen as she has noticed I can't do anything for myself. Around mid morning again the physio returns. This time with a rather large frame that would allow me to stand up and lean on it with the full length of my arm from able to wrist.
The aim today is to get up from the bed and stand.... the reality is I nearly faint just moving from lying down to sitting on the edge of the bed. The room is spinning and I so want to throw up. After deep breathes I manage to keep down the porridge and allowed to rest. She will be back later with someone else to help.
Straight after the surgeon arrives, he tells me how pleased he is with how I did and that the operation went really well. He does suggest though that I am not recovering as well as he would have hoped - probably due to how long I had spd for before surgery and that once a bed is found in the orthopaedic ward I will be moved there and kept in over the weekend. I am not really disappointed. I know I am struggling and could not manage at home like this, so the best place is to be here.
This afternoon I am taken down to X ray - thank fully this is done over lunch time so I don't have to worry about refusing that meal. The guys in x ray are great and manage to move me from my bed to the x ray table without hurting me at all. I tell them they need to teach the porters and the staff on the ward that trick!
After the x ray I am left in the waiting room of A and E with everyone walking past my bed having a good old stare at me. I feel like i am on show. Maybe it is the great big bag of urine hanging from the end of my bed!!
Once back on the ward the lovely nurse from this morning comes over and tells me I have a urine infection and that I am to be put on another drip of antibiotics as well as the one I already have in. To be honest it feels like no big deal considering what I have already gone through. They can stick 20 cannula's in my arms for all I care.
Tea time is a jacket potato, I am grateful I can eat almost half of it. That gives me enough strength to be able sit up again when the physio returns. She says though that she is going to take my frame up to the orthopaedic ward where I can reunited with it tomorrow. She doesn't want me tempted into going for a walk on my own - seriously she has no worries there!
As night falls another nurse and a new young male trainee arrive to give me the pleasure of a bed bath. Urm - can I say no? Apparently not! So I am shuffled back and forth from side to side and scrubbed and changed into my own nightwear - which to be honest feels very nice indeed. I feel clean and have a clean nightie on. I am pleased because Andy and Molly should be here very soon. They were leaving home at 4.30. No sooner thought then my phone rings, they have been stuck in traffic for 3 hours now, I decide they should go home as Molly has already fallen asleep. I tell Andy that I am to be kept in over the weekend anyway so they can come and spend some time with me on Saturday instead.
A couple of other ladies on the ward talk to me tonight. They feel sorry for me for having no visitors! I don't mind, we chat and compare notes on the staff and all get to tell our horror stories of surgery. I win on the comparing wounds front - the one which I can show them is across the left side of my stomach - it looks worse than it is because of the staples. The other wound is too low down to show someone I have only just met.
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