So today Seth had surgery number nine. He has had a very easy time coming out of the last three surgeries--he knows if he's patient, the pain will be soon be controlled, he'll be able to drink some water and the nurses will bring him warm blankets. (After earlier surgeries, he was very disoriented, agitated, upset--and cold).
When he came out of surgery today, however, his left leg was giving him extreme pain. The nurse gave him pain medication in addition to his PCA medication, but the pain would not be controlled. It would lessen for a moment and then return. Seth was very upset, not just because of the pain but because his left leg hasn't bothered him for weeks, so he was worried that something new was wrong or that the surgeons had messed something up.
The nurse paged the orthopedists (affectionately referred to as orthopods here), but they were still in the OR. After three hours, the pain specialist showed up. She offered him an epidural, a nerve block, morphine or another drug I can't remember the name of. Seth didn't want to do any of those. Finally, an orthopod showed up and promptly unwrapped the leg. That was it. That was all it took for the pain to disappear.The doctor re-wrapped the leg, less tightly this time, and all was well. We were relieved that the solution was so simple, but four hours of excruciating pain was hard on both of us.
Even in the midst of pain, Seth still made me laugh. At one point, he said, "Look, Mom." I looked to see him flaring his nostrils at me.
Since Seth had been given so much pain medication, he was in a pretty good mood when we returned to the room and kept the nurses laughing.
Our friend Eleanor arrived today. She'll take the day shift until Jarom arrives on Monday. Tomorrow Seth plans to get out in his wheelchair just for the heck of it. Looking forward to it.