I’ve just about calmed down enough to share this experience now. Last week was my six week post op check appointment. It was a half hour journey but roadworks made it an hour. I rang ahead to explain but when we arrived the consultant was shouting out my name. I told him I needed the loo first and turned to go there when I saw stars. I was bundled into a wheelchair and obs were taken. I felt absolutely dreadful but my partner wheeled me into the consultant’s room where he didn’t even ask how I was feeling.
After ten days of painful trying I was proud that I could straight leg raise and on occasions manage a 90 degree bend. But instead he pushed my now very swollen knee into 90 degrees and then yanked it into a lift. Then he muttered that I must keep exercising. I nearly cried but was mostly so disappointed. I didn’t even ask any questions as I felt so awful.
The lovely duty doctor in this private hospital took bloods, ecg etc and insisted I go to A&E. We were obviously there for hours where I was diagnosed with anaemia and postural hypertension. Six hours and no painkillers as we’d left home early and thought we’d be straight back.
Since then my walks have lengthened though very slow (the dog is exasperated!) and I found out the cause for my foot swelling up to resemble Miss Piggy’s - our curmudgeonly retired GP who’s now a friend says it’s because I haven’t been walking enough. I was so relieved as, during the bank holiday, I wondered if it might be a dvt.
I hope you’re all doing well on your similar journeys.