So the op was on. It was a case of hurry up and wait. I eventually went down to theatre at around 11.30.
This time it wasn't so easy. One it was different anaesthetists. One Scotish one who didn't really do much just passed the actual job to ( what I assume was his deputy) Last time I felt nothing with the spinal jab. This time the guy had to keep looking for a good place to put it and hit a nerve. I nearly shot off the trolley. And before I could stop myself I shouted out "You Bastard" all the theatre team burst out laughing and Scotish guy had to take over.
Once the spinal anaesthesia took hold Everthing was fine. No one offered me music this time and Scotish guy buggered off. Two nice Asian ladies were trying to keep me talking. But half the time I couldn't hear them clearly, Durham accents with masks on are really hard to understand.
So eventually we were done and I was sent back to the ward.
This time I wasn't sick. It is more painful this time but if you think it has been broken, dislocated and reset three times you can expect it.
Proof of if it's worked will be in the X-rays. Please pray because I don't think I can cope with another op yet.
Overnight as the pain blockers wore off I experienced the worst pain I've known (and believe me I live with a level of pain every day and always have done) but this was next level. I can only liken it to having my ankle trapped in a vise with every bone in my foot exposed and someone hitting said bones with a hammer, like a glockenspiel!.I very rarely give in to pain relief meds but I was ready for every dose they oramorph they bought me.
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