Agony. I started this week off with a knee dislocation.
I had only been discharged from Medway Hospital for a week and still suffering the ill effects of glandular fever when my knee decided to come out of it’s socket as a result of very little movement or pressure. The pain was overwhelming, and whereas usually I can manipulate my joints as needed, my knee just wouldn’t stabilise and I was relying on topping up my usual Fentanyl constantly to try and control the pain.
On Wednesday my Mum and I decided that we really did need to go to A&E. As time has gone by, my ability to know whether or not hospital intervention is needed has greatly improved.
The hospital was packed; a constant stream of paramedics were bringing patients in, there were people covered in blood, people being sick, patients shouting out all making an environment that was very hard to cope with. Sitting hoping the five hour wait would hurry past, the overwhelming thought that I long for nothing more than to be ‘normal’ came to the forefront of my mind. Is it really too much to ask to not constantly be in hospitals? To have a day that doesn’t revolve around taking medications or partaking in treatment?
We were finally allowed home just after 3am, and as a result of seeing the doctor, my knee was back in place, I was fitted with a ‘cricket bat’ style splint which I have to wear to immobilise and support the joint and I have been made an appointment in the fracture clinic for the 19th June. As is the case with all my dislocations, I could have come home with my leg in plaster for the initial recovery period, but between the doctors and I it was decided that this wouldn’t be the best way forward as my other joints aren’t strong enough to support the cast.
I’ve got another 10 days before I’m seen in the fracture clinic for the initial swelling to settle, and I will then be fitted with a hinged brace. This will enable me to slowly increase the angle through which my knee is able to bend, enabling it to heal as much as possible and decrease the chance of a subsequent dislocation (although I’m not sure how successful that’ll be!).
Being unwell recently has been relentless, and I need a break. There isn’t one part of my body that isn’t impacted by illness; infections, dislocations, catheterisation, irrigation, taking meds, injecting myself and the list goes on. I would give anything for a day of feeling ‘normal’ but I am grateful for what I do have, and part of that is the most wonderful family I could ever wish for who are there and constantly support me no matter what. It may just be me with the official diagnoses, but my family have them too as they never make me feel like I’m facing my battles alone. ♥