One of the complications of Achilles Tendon surgery is the formation of blood clots from the the immobility caused by being non weight-bearing (NWB) for such a long period.
I've moved quite quickly from that stage to becoming very mobile with the help of my aircast walker. On Saturday I visited a trial to collect some awards and take a few photo and walked a fair way around the course (still with a little help from my crutches).
Around midnight I woke in massive pain in my right shoulder and chest, luckily it wasn't my left or I'd of been convinced it was a heart attack. After a few hours of trying to rest Jen woke up and took me to the hospital to sit with the drunks and amateur boxers. It turned into a long night as they forgot to input me on the right screen and Chesterfield hospital had burnt down.
At one point they were keen to send me home with a muscular strain. Odd because my shoulder hurt more when stable than when I move which to me signals a red flag. After being asked what I'd be looking for (chest infection, pulmonary embolism or cancer) they sent me for a chest x-ray and did some blood tests.
The x-ray came back clear but the bloods came back clear but the bloods were abnormal. Whilst this can be caused by surgery, they decided to play safe and inject enoxaparin (an anti coagulant) directly into my stomach. I'm not keen on drugs, but I wasn't in any position to challenge it as I knew how serious it can be and I was in agony.
Am off back to hospital now for a second shot and a VQ scan to confirm the diagnosis. I'd rather it was the other way round but its not my call.
I've moved quite quickly from that stage to becoming very mobile with the help of my aircast walker. On Saturday I visited a trial to collect some awards and take a few photo and walked a fair way around the course (still with a little help from my crutches).
Around midnight I woke in massive pain in my right shoulder and chest, luckily it wasn't my left or I'd of been convinced it was a heart attack. After a few hours of trying to rest Jen woke up and took me to the hospital to sit with the drunks and amateur boxers. It turned into a long night as they forgot to input me on the right screen and Chesterfield hospital had burnt down.
At one point they were keen to send me home with a muscular strain. Odd because my shoulder hurt more when stable than when I move which to me signals a red flag. After being asked what I'd be looking for (chest infection, pulmonary embolism or cancer) they sent me for a chest x-ray and did some blood tests.
The x-ray came back clear but the bloods came back clear but the bloods were abnormal. Whilst this can be caused by surgery, they decided to play safe and inject enoxaparin (an anti coagulant) directly into my stomach. I'm not keen on drugs, but I wasn't in any position to challenge it as I knew how serious it can be and I was in agony.
Am off back to hospital now for a second shot and a VQ scan to confirm the diagnosis. I'd rather it was the other way round but its not my call.
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