I was first diagnosed with scoliosis in Oxford in January 2005. (well that was actually my first appointment with a specialist consultant). As soon as he started talking about 'scoliosis' and 'back curvatures' and 'fusions' i just felt totally lost and confused. From here i just refused to discuss it with my family and friends and basically pretended like it wasn't happening.
At all my further appointments i just wasn't interested. On the car journeys down, i sat there listening to music and reading a book so i could get lost in my own little world. I felt like i was alone, and that i had noone. As i am not especally close with anyone in my family anymore, i didn't feel comfortable. With friends at school i felt that they just didn't understand.
When it came to the day of the operation (17th August 2005) it felt like a dream. A horrible dream. And that i was some onlooker that was just watching. Even being wheeled to theatre i was expecting someone to jump out and tell me it was a joke and that i can go home. But of course, this never happened.
My stay in hospital wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. I was quite depressed, refused to get out of bed, and was horrible to all the nurses because i was frustrated at not being able to go to the toilet on my own, etc. Also being a private patient wasn't the best idea because it meant i was the youngest person in the ward and was stuck in my own room with no interaction apart from visitors.
When i started walking again i realised something wasn't right with my leg. I was having strong pains in the back of my left thigh which was worrying me. So when i approached my consultant, he dismissed it saying it would get better. It didn't.
Since then, at all appointments i have stressed how much it hurts and my consultant has looked and said that there is nothing wrong with it. Then he said i was fine and took me off his patient list. (April 2006)
My leg has been aching consistantly since the operation, and in November 2006 i started having shoulder pains which were really bad. This scared me because i thought that the fusion may have been unsuccessful, so i went to the doctors and got referred back to my consultant.
I had the appointment on Monday (5th February 2007) and got told that the pains were due to one of two reasons. Firstly, the bolts in my back from the operation may be 'rattling' causing them to rub against nerves, resulting in the pains. Or secondly, that i have an infection in my rods. He also said that having another operation to remove the rods will stop the pains.
This has scared me enormously. I didn't get upset on Monday until i got told about having a blood test (i am VERY scared of needles) so i started crying and all the informaton i had been told started to be overwhelming.
My parents didn't say anything to make me feel better, and instead thanked the consultant and the nurses and we went home.
We haven't discussed what we're going to do at home, but since i will be 18 this year i know that its my choice to make, unlike the last time. It's a really hard choice to make because i don't know if i could handle the pain if it gets worse, or if i'd be able to have the operation on private health care in a few years.
All i know is that i'm going to need all of my friends more now then ever before.
Sorry for going on about all this, its just so hard for me because i don't really have anyone to talk to about all this and noone really understands because they haven't gone through what i have.
At all my further appointments i just wasn't interested. On the car journeys down, i sat there listening to music and reading a book so i could get lost in my own little world. I felt like i was alone, and that i had noone. As i am not especally close with anyone in my family anymore, i didn't feel comfortable. With friends at school i felt that they just didn't understand.
When it came to the day of the operation (17th August 2005) it felt like a dream. A horrible dream. And that i was some onlooker that was just watching. Even being wheeled to theatre i was expecting someone to jump out and tell me it was a joke and that i can go home. But of course, this never happened.
My stay in hospital wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. I was quite depressed, refused to get out of bed, and was horrible to all the nurses because i was frustrated at not being able to go to the toilet on my own, etc. Also being a private patient wasn't the best idea because it meant i was the youngest person in the ward and was stuck in my own room with no interaction apart from visitors.
When i started walking again i realised something wasn't right with my leg. I was having strong pains in the back of my left thigh which was worrying me. So when i approached my consultant, he dismissed it saying it would get better. It didn't.
Since then, at all appointments i have stressed how much it hurts and my consultant has looked and said that there is nothing wrong with it. Then he said i was fine and took me off his patient list. (April 2006)
My leg has been aching consistantly since the operation, and in November 2006 i started having shoulder pains which were really bad. This scared me because i thought that the fusion may have been unsuccessful, so i went to the doctors and got referred back to my consultant.
I had the appointment on Monday (5th February 2007) and got told that the pains were due to one of two reasons. Firstly, the bolts in my back from the operation may be 'rattling' causing them to rub against nerves, resulting in the pains. Or secondly, that i have an infection in my rods. He also said that having another operation to remove the rods will stop the pains.
This has scared me enormously. I didn't get upset on Monday until i got told about having a blood test (i am VERY scared of needles) so i started crying and all the informaton i had been told started to be overwhelming.
My parents didn't say anything to make me feel better, and instead thanked the consultant and the nurses and we went home.
We haven't discussed what we're going to do at home, but since i will be 18 this year i know that its my choice to make, unlike the last time. It's a really hard choice to make because i don't know if i could handle the pain if it gets worse, or if i'd be able to have the operation on private health care in a few years.
All i know is that i'm going to need all of my friends more now then ever before.
Sorry for going on about all this, its just so hard for me because i don't really have anyone to talk to about all this and noone really understands because they haven't gone through what i have.
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