|Me with Diane, the wound vac nurse.|
Another thing was that she was insistent that my parents help if they were willing. She said it was a good thing for the family to be involved because if anything went wrong or if they needed to change it at home, they could handle it if she wasn't around. My parents were not afraid to help, and since my dad was a firefighter most of my life, he was not squeamish. My mom was not very squeamish either, but she was a little grossed out by having to look at the infected part of the incision which was slightly discolored, or so I've been told.
My parents were grateful to not only be able to assist her in caring for me, but for the information she passed along to them as she went. Every task she did, she explained to them what she was doing and why she was doing it that specific way. Every so often, Diane would start patting herself around her coat pockets and lifting up pieces of materials she had laid on the hospital table. While she was going through the motions of looking for something she kept talking to us explaining procedures. Sometimes she was just talking about her day with us. I always wondered what she was searching for until she finally found it. Her movements were quick and precise and felt as if she were too busy to be bothered with trivial things such as scissors. Eventually she would find what she was looking for and continued on in her conversation as if nothing had interrupted her.
She was a breath of fresh air for our family. She was unlike most others at the hospital. We enjoyed talking with her every time she came to change the wound vac. Twice a week, for several weeks, she would come in to change the wound vac dressings, take measurements of the infected area comparing it to the previous measurement 3 or 4 days before and critique the overall look of the infected area for any improvements. We always looked forward to Diane's visits with us. Her personality was delightful and mom said, "She was a stitch."
This time, the insurance company was not calling me every day to send me back to the rehab hospital. They knew they had made a huge mistake when they sent me the first time. As a matter of fact, they never called me during this stay. The detailed notes from Diane about my incision and the infection were enough for them to leave me alone. I never received any apology from them either.
|The wound vac in place after being changed.|
It took the majority of the day to get back into surgery as some of those which were scheduled took longer than anticipated. Finally, when it was time to go in, it was around dinner. Because I was going to sugary sometime during that day, I hadn't eaten anything since the night before. And man was I hungry. Surgery was use like before, and I was back in my room before I knew it.
Next, "Good News Following Surgery."
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