Well, maybe not my hip, but my crappy consultant. You know: the one who showers in Daily Fail and walks out on his patients when they’re mid-sentence answering his questions. The one who ignores your partner/spouse/relative/carer and talks to you as though he’s addressing a toddler.
Oh. Did I not talk about him in detail before? How remiss of me – but that’s for another blog post.
Essentially, he’s the idiot who told me my hip was crumbling and not healing and yadda yadda yadda. Way to cheer a lady up! Anyway, he was so disgustingly rude to my husband and dismissive of me, that I put in a complaint to PALS and demanded a second opinion.
I GOT A SECOND OPINION!
It didn’t even take long to be referred to a different consultant! We had a chat and he sent me for an x-ray, and guess what?
He doesn’t know what the hell my original consultant was on about!
What did the first consultant want to misdiagnose me for? More money for a needless operation, I suspect (he also works privately and likes to be paid. Not that I blame him, but if he’s going to operate on and mutilate me then I’m a monkey’s uncle).
It turns out that my hip is mending just fine, thank you very much. It’s healing slowly, but it’s healing. I saw the x-ray myself, and even my uneducated eyes can see that the fracture is knitting together perfectly well. Knitting slowly, but knitting anyway.
I do need another operation, but that’s six to nine months down the line, and it’s to remove the cannulated screws because they’re hurting me. There is nothing wrong with my hip at all. It turns out that the screws are only protruding because the internal swelling has gone down, and it’s even possible that I should have had shorter screws drilled into me – we’ll never know, really.
When it happens, the operation to remove the screws and un-Cyborg me will take about ten minutes, and it will be a day case. I won’t need to stay in hospital. In a way I’m going to miss being a partial Cyberwoman, but on the other hand it’s going to be wonderful not to be in constant pain any more. Of course, I’ll still be disabled, and I will always be a part-time wheelie (thanks very not much, epilepsy and ME!) but the pain that is currently plaguing me will be gone, once I recover from the operation.
I knew I was right to get a second opinion…