On Friday I had surgery; a debridement and re-closure of one of the incisions that wouldn’t heal after my bilateral fasciotomies back in August. A surgical debridement is when the doctor goes in and removes damaged and infected tissue helping the remaining healthy tissue to thrive.
If you read my last post then you know I was told at 5:15pm on Thursday night to be prepared for surgery Friday morning. I had not seem my doctor, I had only sent him a photo of the incision that wasn’t healing. He said he was 99% sure he would do surgery based on the picture, but somewhere along the night I convinced myself that he wasn’t going to do surgery. I don’t know why I did this, but it was a stupid thing to do.
When I arrived to the Lennar Medical Center on Friday morning I wasn’t mentally prepared for surgery and I was full of anxiety once I realized it was happening.
The anesthesiologist gave me a sedative before rolling me back to the OR which was much appreciated at the time. They gave me local anesthesia but also put me to sleep. The procedure lasted about an hour and then they woke me up inside the OR.
Since I didn’t go under general anesthesia I was awake from that point, and was dressed and ready to go home 30 minutes later.
My left leg was a swollen on Friday but the swelling has since come down. In the hours immediately following the surgery the incision area felt like it was burning, sort of like when you scrap your knee really badly after falling down, but since then it hasn’t hurt too much.
What was a total disaster was my body’s reaction to the anesthesia/medicine they used to put me to sleep. Last time, under general anesthesia, I didn’t have a reaction AT ALL. This time for 24 hours my body felt like it was traveling through hell. I slept pretty much all night Friday night, all day Saturday and all night Saturday.
I got up to try and eat twice but my body wasn’t having it. I was nauseous and just generally feeling unwell. Finally around 3am on Sunday morning I woke up hungry so I went downstairs and heated up some soup. I’ve felt mostly fine since then, although still a bit groggy.
Now the only thing I’m concerned about are the stitches. Last time the doctor used dissolvable stitches, but since this wound had trouble healing he put in regular stitches on Friday. I have never had stitches removed. I know it’s not supposed to hurt, but my mom told me a while ago that she passed out from having stitches removed once!
Have you ever had stitches removed? What did it feel like? Was it painful?