Hip replacement from the side, 8 Days ago in France.
Extremely traumatized when the day after surgery my IV was connected wrong resulting in my pain meds ending up soaking my bed and on the floor. B*tch Nurse Ratchet at 5am when promised she would run the next bag into the other side, which already had the needle in it, refused. She was no doubt tired of hearing me scream in pain all night as I had NO PAIN MEDICATION the second day after my surgery. Instead she popped me 2 paracetamol's and said I should ask the nurses at the 7am shift change for pain meds in the IV. The pain of course gave me the dry heaves, which down below involuntarily made me pee the bed. So what does she do? She rolls me on my NEW unmediated incision to change the sheets. I fought her and won, but then of course at 5am she had her revenge.
This has left me completely traumatized. Then came the holiday where the orthopedic docs didn't work, then the week-end. Nobody told me I could bend my leg at the knee while on my back, thus relieving the extreme pain in my right butt cheek and the front of my thigh. Not until Monday, thus I laid basically immobile from Wed to Monday, never helped to put a pillow between my legs and roll on the un operated side to get relief. It has been Hell, pure, Hell.
I am on paracetamol and tramadol, and I hate both of them. Paracetamol doesn't cut it and OMG I spent 3 Days in Tramadol Hell having horrid dark paranoia dreams. At least the Tramadol let me sleep, but it was a dark and ugly sleep. Now I am weeping many times a day, determined to bear the pain and not take that mind f*cking Tramadol. Today is Thursday, I had the hip replaced Wednesday last (8 days) when, oh when is the pain going to become bearable so that it can be controlled by paracetamol? How many days? That is my question?
I have a walker and have no problems putting full weight on the new hip, that walking does not really increase the existing pain by much. I can walk from the bedroom, down a long hallway, through the living room and into the bathroom by myself, and then go back. I can get in and out of bed by myself, and chairs also. The food in the French Hospital was simply I edible, it was disgusting. Soup? Vinegary, everything was horrible. My husband made food and brought it in and I was able to eat a small bit of his food daily. Since I got home yesterday afternoon, he has made me two suppers, and one lunch and I am already feeling stronger having some fuel in me now.
I have a nurse who comes in daily to give me a shot to prevent phlebitis, and tomorrow a physical therapist will come daily. My ONLY issue is the PAIN, the pills, and the depression. How long is this going to last? I'm 59 years old, fatter than I would like but not obese. Please Help!