Well Friday was an eventful day! I’m writing this a couple of days after the event, as on the Saturday I was completely knackered and managed to sleep most of the day. It’s typical that all of this happened on Friday which was also my birthday. I know its not unheard of to end up in hospital on your birthday, but in this case the reasoning was quite different.
Friday afternoon I was due to get my staples taken out. I was pretty excited; as well as being another step on the road to recovery I figured that I would be able to move a little more comfortably. I kept the appointment with the nurse, went in and had them removed. The hospital had given me a tool for the nurses to use which I found out bends the staples in the middle and allows them to slide out of the skin. I did ask the nurse if I could keep them as a kind of strange desk ornament; however due to health and safety she declined, saying that they had to go into a sharps bin.
Most of the staples came out without any bother; a couple I felt a slight pinch, but most of them just came straight out. The nurse took every other staple out, then went back along taking the remaining ones out. So far so good. I then went back to my grandparents and relaxed for a while. Things went downhill that evening when talking to my dad on the phone. I guess I was being a bit cocky by telling him that I was feeling much better; after saying this I became aware that my stomach was feeling a little weird. I put my hand under my shirt and touched said weird spot to find it felt a little more “squishy” than normal. I looked and saw that the top section of incision had popped open.
Thankfully not the whole thing, just the top inch or two (will measure at a later point for anyone who’s interested!) I did my best not to panic. My grandparents were amazing and gave me a lift to A&E, where we spent the usual period of time waiting to be seen. After being wished a happy birthday by a couple of surgeons I met while I was staying in after my op, they managed to stitch said opening back together. After a bit of local anesthetic, they got to work. Without a doubt watching that was one of the weirdest things I’ve watched in my life!
So now I wait another 2 weeks for that to heal. The surgeon said that I would be fine after 7 to 10 days; I said to her that I would prefer – if possible – to go longer in order to prevent this from happening again. She said that was fine, and that 14 days is a good time length.
Since then the rest of the incision is behaving itself; and having looked under the dressing the newly opened section seems to be scabbing up nicely.
Not the way I had intended to spend my birthday evening, but I got there in the end!