Septupdate, 12 days after surgery

To say that my recovery from the surgery didn’t go quite to plan is an understatement. As in, when you’ve had an endoscopic investigation of your nasal cavities, some rearrangement of the same, including bone removal – the last thing you need is to catch a cold.

[If you’re of a delicate nature, maybe not read this next paragraph.]

I have to wash my sinuses four times a day, initially this was to help with removing the soluble packing put up there, but also to flush out the gunk. Blood and scabs from the surgery sites, mucus from the linings being aggravated. Saturday after the surgery Dan took me to the GP as I was feeling so nauseous with all the stuff going down the back of my throat, we talked through all my meds, put a plan together to manage my sickness. I went back to work on Monday last week as planned, albeit on reduced hours. Then on the Tuesday afternoon / evening, a week after surgery, the mucus started to get cloudy, and I started to go hot and cold.

I woke up in the wee hours on Wednesday morning feeling awful. In the middle of the night, I made an appointment with the GP for lunchtime, thinking I could work in the morning, talk to the GP over the phone, collect a prescription and carry on.

Yeah right.

I got out of bed and told Dan to take the car to catch his train to work (let’s just ignore that this was while an outbreak was beginning to gain momentum from the original cluster). Messaged BossLady and apologised, but I wasn’t going to be online this morning, told her I’d update her after my GP appointment.

Packed Arch off for him to walk to school, and went back to bed. The GP called me, I talked him through what was happening, then Manny came over to take me to the doctors to collect my prescription.

I was signed off for a week of rest and liquids. I’m on probably the strongest antibiotics I’ve ever been on. Although, on the plus side, they’re counteracting the oxycodone side effects *cough* that I’m still taking for the injury to my ribs, which even now (six weeks later from when I fell over), hurts more than my head does.

In the interim, we’re into a seven-day lockdown across Melbourne. I go back to work the day before lockdown ends and we’re all keeping our fingers crossed we can get a handle on it, again. People are panic-buying toilet paper, again.

I officially slept on one pillow last night and can now breathe through both nostrils. I’m still getting heaps of gunk out my nose, but the little patches of swelling around my eyes have mostly gone. One last hiccup today, I had what I thought was a hair tickling me in my left nostril, but actually pulled out a stitch. Which was as eye-watering as you can imagine.

So there you go, if I’d not caught a cold, I’d be back at work, but you know me – never knowingly taking the easy route…

Heading to theatre in a revealing gown

Nine months after I was declared ‘ready for surgery’ for a deviated septum, I’m booked in for this Wednesday, 19 May. The operation isn’t just to straighten it, but the surgeon also wants to improve my nasal cavity to reduce my ongoing sinus infections. I’m expecting two black eyes and to be a bit sore around the edges.

Last year when I went to see him with my CT scan in tow, he said that the septum is in a ‘s’ shape and that no amount of antibiotics or nasal spray will straighten it out. He also wondered why I’d not been sent to see him in 2019 after the CT scan was done in the first place…

What should have been a 60-90 day wait, has blown out exponentially because of the pandemic. And Victoria managed their cases well.

What is happening in India now is a direct result of leaders not listening to science, not taking action to protect people and the consequential crisis that this virus brings as it morphs, changes and gets spread around the population. It’s not just about beds being filled with people needing attention and oxygen, it’s the knock-on effect that it has on every other part of the healthcare system.

You can’t treat people who need surgery if your entire hospital is bed-blocked. People arrive needing assistance for injuries, or in labour – where do they go?

For part of last year I worked with people who found it infuriating that lockdowns and masks were required. They’d listen to news updates and still want to bring all the staff back into the building; only when it was mandated that people had to work from home did they reluctantly give in. Others would complain that it was over-the-top and a waste of time. They were fed up with Dictator Dan ruining their lives.

This mentality is so far beyond my reach of comprehension, I just would sit there and say nothing. Because no matter what I’d say, there would be an answer found on Facebook or Instagram about chem-trails and 5G and all the other bullsh!t.

I’ve lost friends because they drank the Kool-aid and believed in the pseudo-science. Not that it is remotely science.

I’m yet to hear if I’ve lost friends to the pandemic. I know people who have, which makes it all the harder to watch what is going on in India. It’s truly heartbreaking.

I completed my pre-op COVID checklist this morning. I’ll see you on the other side.