Thursday was my 2 week post-op appointment. I wasn't really sure what to expect. X-rays? PT? Blood tests? I knew I'd be getting my bandage off, but that was about it.
The office was running about an hour late, and I ended up seeing Dr. Peter's PA instead of him. It didn't really matter to me either way (although the hour delay cut into my pre-dinner nap time.) I also didn't have a co-pay. Apparently any appointment you make 90 days after surgery is considered part of the treatment, and so is included in the entire package...or something.
The appointment its self was only about 15 minutes start to finish. The nurse took off my bandage and replaced it with strips of medical tape. I assume this was to stablize the incision but allow it open-air time to heal. A one-inch section at the top was (and still is) bleeding a little, but not all the time and not enough to be really worried about.
I was given a list of things to keep doing. Wear your compression stockings (that hasn't happened for about a week now), keep doing your physical therapy, don't go into any pools or hot tubs until the scar is healed over (when is that?)
I had to remind them to take my blood to test my INR. I felt so rushed that I forgot to ask about further PT (keep doing it myself or do I see someone somewhere?) The whole thing was really bizarre. No x-rays, no range-of-motion stuff. I got her to write me a prescription for Tramadol since I was really eager to get off the oxy. And I got some antibiotics for my eventual tattoo (I've got a Groupon to use!) I also had to ask for a "doctor's note" for work, and I basically had to tell her what to put on it.
I don't have another appointment for a month, which is my six-week post-op. I still have to go in to a clinic to get my INR checked, as going back to work means that the home health people can't come see me anymore.
I can't say I'm 100% sure of what's going on, but I guess I'll figure it out.
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