Removal of my compression plates & screws Day 103

On July 15th I was re admitted to hospital for the removal of one of the compression plates & five of the screws that were holding this plate in place & supporting the Lisfranc ligament.

I arrived at 12.30pm, in my boyfriends Porsche, with the roof down of course! Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill was blasting out from the stereo, the sun was shining beautifully & well, arriving in style seemed like fun. A sort of ironic celebration I guess, but either way it took my mind off of the surgery for a while & I arrived at the hospital in good spirits.
I met with my surgeon who talked me through the process, it didn't seem to be complicated, but I was advised to have another sciatic nerve block from the knee down in addition to the GA. This was instead of Morphine, which the anaesthetist thought I may need in post op recovery otherwise. So the waiting began................

After a few hours of flicking through the daytime TV, fiddling with my Ipad, photographing the foot pre op & planning a possible holiday in October my boyfriend & I were pretty fed up with waiting & were beginning to wonder if I'd be able to go home after the op as I'd wanted to.

Eventually, just before 6pm, the porters came & got me !
Although I was a little anxious, with sweaty palms, i was relieved to finally go. Everyone was really friendly, I cracked a few jokes about needing a glass of Merlot & celebrating the end of "the foot" which now felt like it's not too far away. My lovely anesthetist gave me a little something via my canula to make me feel fantastic (I have no idea what it was, but it worked!) I'd agreed to have the nerve block administered while I was conscious, so I was asked to roll over onto my belly, I watched them do it over my shoulder. My sciatic nerve looked like a ball of wool really, a white mass on the ultrasound screen, to numb it, they injected anaesthetic around the outside edge of it, through the back of my knee, at equal distances, like the 12, 3, 6 & 9 points on a clock face. After rolling back onto my back, I can't remember much more really, the GA was given but I think i may have drifted off before then...........

So what actually happened to "the foot" whilst I was under was, my surgeon removed the plate which was bridging my 1st cuneiform & 2nd metatarsal articulation & also the 2nd metatarsal joint. he discovered that these joints were stiff & some of my tendons had become attached to the plate. So he also carried out a formal arthroscopy (examination & flushing out/cleaning of the joint to re mobilise it) & then an open release of the extensor contracture ( releasing the large tendons from the surface of the plate by laser). It all went smoothly apparently & I had a 'smooth uneventful flight' according to my anaesthetist.

I woke up at about 8.30 in recovery, feeling pretty groggy but already relieved & happy. After some oxygen, I was taken back to my room, where lovely boyfriend was waiting with a gorgeous smile for me :)
I peered under the duvet, to see "the foot" well wrapped, looking almost ball like in shape, with the familiar Iodine staining on my toes & around my ankle.

So the deal was, I had to eat, pee & walk convincingly on my crutches in order to gain my release from the hospital that night by the "physioterrorists" ! After half an hour or so, I began to munch the sandwich proffered to me & drink the tea in earnest, so as to satisfy the release criteria- ha ha !
We tried at 9.30 pm, then again at 10.00pm, I was given one last attempt at 10.30pm.

I could feel nothing in the foot at all, it just flopped about, & my head felt strangely separate from my body, but after forcing the foot back into the aircast boot & a few deep breaths, Voila ! I achieved the necessary few steps around the room on the crutches & the tea had performed it's magic too. Home I went, much more appealing to sleep it all off in my own bed than stay another night in hospital. I took Co codamol & Diclofenac home, just in case.

Saturday night, I was determined to take out BF for dinner, to say thank you for all of his support & to celebrate ! So we did, I managed to put on a high heel (hitched my crutches up a notch) & a dress & off we went. It was lovely, Chinese with a bottle of bubbly, foot still numb & although I was still a bit tired it was worth it.
So the nerve block worked fantastically, it finally wore off about 3 am on the Sunday, over 30 hours after the op, I'd recommend having one to anyone, much nicer than the groggy mess that Morphine can you leave you in sometimes.

But on Sunday I paid for not obeying my body, I was sooo tired, sore & groggy I slept most of the day. I took the Diclofenac & a couple of doses of Co codamol to take the edge off. Monday was spent dozing on the sofa too.

It's now 4 days since the op & I don't feel too bad. the foot is still a bit sore, but that's too be expected, but the swelling isn't too bad & the pain is bearable. I've been told to try to start fully weight bearing in the boot over the next 2-3 weeks, building it up gradually, but stopping if "the foot" protests too much.
I'm back to see my surgeon on the 2nd August........