So a week before Christmas my wife drove us for four hours to stay for a few days with our daughter to watch our grandson’s Christmas pantomime and choir service et cetera and a wonderful time was to be had by all except that I developed a pain in my left foot below the ankle which was very sensitive to touch.
Anyway coming back home after three days my wife made an appointment to see the nurse at our doctors practitioners after it developed a blister which burst. This was on Thursday before Christmas. The nurse didn’t like what she saw and called the doctor who also didn’t like what he saw and made arrangements for me to go to the thrombosis clinic at the hospital 20 miles away on the Friday morning.
This I did and spent four hours being prodded and poked and scanned before being told that the four hour journey had probably brought on DVT and was given a carrier bag full of hypodermic needles for my wife to administer antibiotics daily to my stomach. I did have quite a painful weekend however when early on Monday morning I had a phone call from the wonderful nurse at the hospitals thrombosis clinic who suggested I should go in straight away. It was quite a surprise to then be admitted for three days hooked up to an intravenous drip and as well as my usual medication having to take water tablets to hopefully ease the swelling on my foot. (This meant that I could never wander very far from my urine bottle!)
Once home I then had to go and see the nurse about having my blister redressed which she thought had become infected so I had to go back again a few days later to find out the results of the swab. I also have to go back to the doctors for him to judge how much warfarin I must now start taking for at least the next six months.
Throughout all this it is the burst blister that is giving me the most grief but I should be grateful that it was because of that they discovered the deep-vein thrombosis which went from below my knee to above my stomach and managed to catch it before any further consequences.
I forgot to mention that my foot looks like a puffball with five little pork sausages sticking out as I also have cellulitis! The whole package makes it quite difficult for me to transfer from chair to bed via my ‘patient turner’
I have never before had so much contact with doctors, nurses and appointments here there and everywhere which put a big dent in our Christmas preparations!
So in order of the most painful currently it starts with the smallest being the burst blister, then the cellulitis then the deep-vein thrombosis all to be attributed to the master of ceremonies - my MS…
I did however have a wonderful Christmas at home with the family gathering of eight of us, all staying for a few days
I shall be glad however when everything gets back to some sort of normality!
Happy New Year!