Fortnightly leg update
Oct. 21st, 2023 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99Is slightly late ;)
Much has happened since the last one.
Had my second trauma orthopaedics appointment. The consultant whose clinic it was was not in (and I think another one of the doctors was off too) which meant that there was a two hour delay.
Not that they told us that until after the first hour of the wait (and they said it was only 1 hour but ...). I used the traditional method of ensuring I was called - I went to the toilet. It is an old trick that should not work, but providence etc. Luckily, I'd actually just come out, plus another lady who was the appointment 10 minutes after mine had said she'd say where I was if they called for me.
Second time, I got a significantly older doctor (this one was old enough to grow a beard), who was confused why I was not weight-bearing. He said "if you'd been my patient, you would have been weight-bearing before now." When I am called to St Peter, I want it noted on my record that I didn't say "yes, but I wasn't." (We will return to this at the end) He didn't like the length of my bone, which wasn't a helpful comment without an explanation which was not forthcoming.
He gave me permission to be weight-bearing, and sort of okayed the London trip. In that, I said, if he said no, I wouldn't go, and he didn't say no.
While I was waiting for the taxi, I spoke to one poor soul from Leicester that was stuck in QE because he'd had a heart attack nearby and they wouldn't let him home (or have the surgery in Leicester, where one of the hospitals is a specialist in that). Also ended up sitting on the bench with another person recovering from a broken leg. He'd just come out of 8 weeks in a leg cage, so I am officially not complaining about anything to do with the injury.
I had my first physio appointment, which was also fun, in between the taxi company flaking out on me, me having to grab an Uber, and entering the old hospital using the main entrance. Which has no signs for physiotherapy, no one on duty in reception and no one working there knew the way.
I got there in the end. It turns out there's an unmarked entrance at the other end of the hospital I should have known exited without it being in my letter or anything.
Anyway, I got to where I was going and sat down. The female physio from my first trauma appointment was most surprised to see me, and I was very glad she was my physio. I got given exercises I have been faithfully doing, and will be seeing her again at the end of October.
Then, on Tuesday (17/10/2023), I finally got the letter summarising my first orthopaedics appointment (07/09/2023) which said the doc had told me I could be weightbearing. Which I know he didn't so I am cranky on that topic. I know this because he gave me f all advice or comment.
Next few weeks look a bit busier than the past few:
Work meal,
Physio
London
Possible in work meeting
Fencing meeting
Doctor's appointment
Cross fingers that whoever I see in orthopaedics next is happier with my leg in November.
Much has happened since the last one.
Had my second trauma orthopaedics appointment. The consultant whose clinic it was was not in (and I think another one of the doctors was off too) which meant that there was a two hour delay.
Not that they told us that until after the first hour of the wait (and they said it was only 1 hour but ...). I used the traditional method of ensuring I was called - I went to the toilet. It is an old trick that should not work, but providence etc. Luckily, I'd actually just come out, plus another lady who was the appointment 10 minutes after mine had said she'd say where I was if they called for me.
Second time, I got a significantly older doctor (this one was old enough to grow a beard), who was confused why I was not weight-bearing. He said "if you'd been my patient, you would have been weight-bearing before now." When I am called to St Peter, I want it noted on my record that I didn't say "yes, but I wasn't." (We will return to this at the end) He didn't like the length of my bone, which wasn't a helpful comment without an explanation which was not forthcoming.
He gave me permission to be weight-bearing, and sort of okayed the London trip. In that, I said, if he said no, I wouldn't go, and he didn't say no.
While I was waiting for the taxi, I spoke to one poor soul from Leicester that was stuck in QE because he'd had a heart attack nearby and they wouldn't let him home (or have the surgery in Leicester, where one of the hospitals is a specialist in that). Also ended up sitting on the bench with another person recovering from a broken leg. He'd just come out of 8 weeks in a leg cage, so I am officially not complaining about anything to do with the injury.
I had my first physio appointment, which was also fun, in between the taxi company flaking out on me, me having to grab an Uber, and entering the old hospital using the main entrance. Which has no signs for physiotherapy, no one on duty in reception and no one working there knew the way.
I got there in the end. It turns out there's an unmarked entrance at the other end of the hospital I should have known exited without it being in my letter or anything.
Anyway, I got to where I was going and sat down. The female physio from my first trauma appointment was most surprised to see me, and I was very glad she was my physio. I got given exercises I have been faithfully doing, and will be seeing her again at the end of October.
Then, on Tuesday (17/10/2023), I finally got the letter summarising my first orthopaedics appointment (07/09/2023) which said the doc had told me I could be weightbearing. Which I know he didn't so I am cranky on that topic. I know this because he gave me f all advice or comment.
Next few weeks look a bit busier than the past few:
Work meal,
Physio
London
Possible in work meeting
Fencing meeting
Doctor's appointment
Cross fingers that whoever I see in orthopaedics next is happier with my leg in November.
