Quote from: ru on June 09, 2020, 04:52:28 PMdr Debiparsad discharges patients 2 days after surgery to make it cheaper. dr Paley keeps them for 5 days .
Dr. Betz keeps the patients for 10 to 14 days in the hospital after surgery. I've stayed two weeks there.
Much safer this way.
Quote from: Unicorn888 on June 09, 2020, 03:56:24 PMHi everyone,
Just giving you a small update on my 5th surgery which took place last Saturday at Kings College Hospital. Because my slated operation needed 2 surgeons, one for my femur and the other to harvest bone from my hips, the only way possible was to make them come in on a weekend and that they did with no hesitation (respekt!).
These 2 stark experiences upset me still, because the sheer day and night difference in aftercare btw Guichet and NHS simply shows how unnecessarily I had suffered and risked, in the hands of a doctor who prioritizes profit margins over life.
I'm glad you're doing ok and finally getting away from the nightmare Guichet put you in. Good luck with your recovery.
MACBOOKS ARE PEE-PROOF, NOW YOU KNOW
One great salve about our brains is, we do automatically get mini amnesia once a physically traumatic event is over. So for the sake of all the rosy diaries in this forum, let me regale you with some fresh stories before they too turn rose tinted.
Please never let me forget that I’ve been living with constant pain for 4 years now. Even up to Jan/Feb’20 when my nail broke, I had to live in pain until I could finally get surgery in Jun’20. Living in constant pain means having to think a long time before mustering the courage and energy to move, to get out of bed, to wait until my bladder bursts, to minimise every overdue action until I can track my daily activity looking at the sweat stains I leave behind like a snail on a hot trail.
And every time I think I’ve left the pain behind me, it slithers up from nowhere and bites. No more so than this 5th surgery just because they had to renail me again, and this is already a lot better than my 1st surgery when I was overreamed and drilled with more holes than necessary.
But because now, they had cut my hip too, I have zero movement ability before my back pulls and I literally tore a stitch from trying to pee. Most of the opioids no longer provide relief because I’ve been on painkillers so long that morphine has no more soothing effect on me. They kept pumping me with 40mg of morphine with each dose to the extent, I ended up howling and crying last night because I suffered drug withdrawals like a true junkie. To complete the look, my arms are now covered in needle punctures because my veins have 'gone bad'. In the 3 days of hospitalisation alone, I had to change my canula 4 times, and it's unbearably painful when it takes them forever to dig around your veins with a large needle and a thirsty straw.
This is what happens when you're debilitated for 4 years.
Added to the fact that I have been given 3 suppositories and probably about 8 laxatives with little result means my stomach is always roiling, I'm panic scrambling to any enclosed space (nevermind bathroom), half soiling myself and peeing on the floor… there’s so little human decency left. My only comfort is my ward comprises 12 more female orthopaedic patients in their 80s and we're all ladies of equal high maintenance and delicate manners.
I really wished last night when I coughed a lot suddenly that perhaps I could catch Covid and die in hospital. It would be a dignified exit strategy. But unfortunately, that didn’t pan out the elegant way as all it did was yank at my hip stitches with every cough the way one hurts when sneezing with a broken rib.
So please don’t let me forget how much pain I endure on a daily basis with the smallest of indignities like reaching around the sticky floor under my bed hoping to find my half filled bedpan, or when morphine itched my ass so much, I absentmindedly jammed my phone charger down my butt crack and the wonderment I felt when my Macbook survives being peed on. One more reason for APPL stock to rally.
And I dare get angry when someone treats me like an invalid; I have actually been one probably 3.5 years ago.
This sounds horrible. I'm so sorry you're going through it. But it's the first step to recovering, right? You're better off now having had the surgery than before, even though you're going through all of this temporary difficulty and pain.
I know it won't feel like it now but you've taken the first step to putting all of this behind you............
No Unicorn. Dying now wouldn't be dignified. It would be sad. Especially after all you've been through. It would be like throwing the towel after 12 boxing rounds.
Quote from: BetzLandLiberator on June 11, 2020, 01:04:22 AMDr. Betz keeps the patients for 10 to 14 days in the hospital after surgery. I've stayed two weeks there.
Much safer this way.
Safe is actually the right word to use just because this surgery is very invasive and there WILL BE complications. When your doctor stiffs you off hospital days, it's akin to this analogy:
You agreed an upfront price to renovate your house. In your mind, you had chosen an expensive/exclusive contractor because you deserve the best after saving your hard-earned money for years to afford this life change. You imagine walking into your dream house with the finest detailing like you had discussed with your overly charming contractor who seemed competent with his sleek brochures.
However, the moment you pay him the price upfront (his condition), you realize tables couldn't turn fast enough. Suddenly, he's trying to scrimp and save on everything even at the expense of your health and life because ANY expenditure he spends (even if you had prepaid for it) will be eating into his profit margin.
This is when you realize your dream has turned into a nightmare. Your charming contractor is not so charming anymore in the bright light of day. You realize there are conflicts of interests when he installs inferior products that he had manufactured himself so that again, profit margins are maximized. You’re now at the behest of someone who’s serving you a beggar’s meal after you had paid a king’s ransom.
Suddenly, he's hard to reach because he's prospecting new clients and every time you hit a complication, he tells you he needs more money to fix one thing which is a bottleneck to completing your entire project. So, you keep handing over cash as you don't really have any other choice; you're already in bed and 8 months pregnant, there is no turning back.
In addition, you're not a housing expert or contractor, you can't tell the truth from BS. He keeps blaming you and other sub-contractors for things that go wrong and you want to believe him because sometimes the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.
You blame yourself as you're being further victimized and extorted. You feel like you have no option but to keep punishing yourself for that one bad decision you made years ago.
This is how it feels like psychologically. It is not just physiological damage but PTSD for years to come. The long-term damage is you stop trusting anyone, you set up tall fences around you, you don't let anyone in and you strike at anyone like a cornered injured kitten.
Sound familiar?
Am chatty tonight as am in mental overdrive due to the drugs and body going into shock.
Over the course of the last 4 years, my body has built resistance to diazepam, morphine, codeine, tramadol, ambien but lo and behold, I'm a virgin to OxyContin, alleluia!
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/10/30/the-family-that-built-an-empire-of-pain
What a full circle I've come, as I was the beneficiary of a Sackler scholarship at Harvard doing a Phd programme in chemistry, on art conservation. The family that the world has come to hate has actually saved me not once but twice!
So for people who don't fully get how we stupid lengtheners get into trouble, besides getting into trouble for lengthening in the first place, it goes something like this:
You need to pee and you've had the millionth debate with yourself if your bladder is full enough to make the trip to the bathroom worthwhile. The nurses are not amused at all to find your room looking like Venice every morning because you manage to miss your potty entirely every time. Yup, girls have poor aim too, but our tools are less pointy.
So you make the effort to sit up without triggering your angry hip bone, who's pissed off that you've just lobbed off a nice chunk of sexy round iliac crest. And as if it weren't fun enough, your doc tells you to bear weight only on the left leg. So you're now doing this hopping dance to simultaneously stand up without being electrocuted by your hip while trying not to keel over and break your nose.
And you're missing 1 shoe, but screw that you're not going on a date. As you congratulate yourself for your James Bond manouvre, you get yanked backwards because your arm is still attached to the IV line and duh, now it HURTS! And you can't even bend your body to detach the IV as your hips are on fire (not in the Shakira way). Ok, now I look like Jesus about to hand out fish and bread, arms wide open and perched on top of Rio da Janeiro.
Of course, the panic button is exactly where it should be, out of reach. So now, all I can do is scream help but I'm trapped in my own private room with the air conditioning on (awww poor me) and I can't bend left or right or backtrack because of my hips and I'm still balancing on 1 leg.
This is when all hell breaks loose (in my head). To anybody else, I'm just standing there looking like Jesus and not doing very much really. And for something so simple, that's how you find yourself trembling from exertion, crying for being so stupid and vulnerable and in agony from every screaming body part. The nurses finally get to you before you collapse but by now, you're going into shock. You black out, your temperature drops fast, you become numb and your entire body is racking in, well, shock.
And this is how I live dangerously.
Wow what a bloody circus
Has your surgeon given you an idea of your recovery and rehabilitation timeline?
Guichet is an absolute butcher, he should lose his medical licence and should be jailed for what hes done to you. i hope other people learn from this and not use him in the future. i hope to hear you writing one day you recover physically and mentally 100 percent and it felt like it was a bad dream. keep fighting and hang in there. i know how it feels not to know if you will ever heal and be in limbo, when i had non union and my screws were breaking. i have almost healed myself now thanks to the help of further surgeries, once my nails are taken out and my damaged glutes are repaired that will be the last of my complications over, keep fighting you will get there and then you can move forward with your life, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, you are in survival mode now but as soon as you feel progression bit by bit you will get stronger. please keep us all up to date with whats going on
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