Rehab – November 2016

Breaking ones arm throws the whole body out of kilter.  Took 24 hours for the nerve block to wear off and when it did I felt like someone was smacking my elbow with a metal pole.  It feckin’ hurt.  Managed to just about keep on top of the pain with well timed OTC meds on a schedule suggested by one of my friends, who happens to be an A&E consultant.

As the days went by my legs told me they were bored, I was like a caged tiger.  Struggling to do most things I praised myself for being able to tie shoe laces which spelled freedom.  Off I went.  I spent many an hour walking my normal run routes.  Took twice as long to achieve the same distance but it was lovely to be outside again.

Running was off the menu as I felt like ‘old lady on ice’, it was slippery underfoot due to fallen leaves and rain.  At the age of 51 I have not yet slipped over on wet leaves, but the mind seems to put you into a position of being vulnerable and self preservation.  I needed more than walking.

I found a gym, had walked up to view a couple which had swimming pools.  Bit the bullet and joined David Lloyd in Stevenage.  Not the cheapest or the closest but the atmosphere felt good.

Add gym equipment and swim to the fit-list.

I’d had 2 events scheduled for November, Stevenage HM and Hatfield 5.  Thankfully I was able to transfer both places to friends of mine.  I went along to cheer – nice to be ‘on that side’ for once and give a bit back.

Let fixing begin

Wednesday 2 November saw me on the road to recovery.  Got a call from the Day Surgery Manager to say they were on Red and had cancelled all their surgery requiring overnight admission, very unfortunate for some people but I was overjoyed as this meant I could finally get my elbow fixed as a day-case.

My daughter took me to the hospital and stayed as long as she could, in fact until I was walked off to the theatre.  Being a nurse/midwife, these places are familiar so undeterred I had a really nice chat to the anaesthetist as he was putting the nerve block in.  That was surreal to feel my arm ‘disappearing’ from all sensory and motor control of my brain – almost like having someone else’s arm.  I asked if they’d do the surgery without a GA, no, sorry.  But I did get another request fulfilled – “please can you infuse the Diprivan slowly” -why? asked the anaesthetist, does it hurt your veins? (which is a good question because I can actually feel stuff raging around in my veins) but today that was not the reason.  “No, I’d like it slow because you get such a good feeling when going under”  and by the time I had counted to 8 I was out.

I woke feeling pretty groggy with someone else’s arm in a sling next to me.  Oh, no, its mine.