Day 2 post-op. Still in a theatre gown and with several drips attached, I decided fresh nightwear and a proper wash was in order. I hobbled off down the corridor to the nearest bathroom, trailing my drip stand behind. My father was right, you do “learn something new everyday”. You have been warned.
I got the theatre gown off without any difficulty and after a good wash, changed into a fresh nightdress. On dropping my Bridget Jones’, I suddenly realised that I had a problem. With two drips still attached to my left foot, there was no way I could get my knickers off! I debated going out to the nurses station to get disconnected but then my determination to succeed took over. I was not going to be defeated by this challenge. Can you work out how I managed?
I tore off the original pair and discarded them in the bin. That was the easy part. To get the fresh pair on, I had to thread them over the top of the drip stand, then carefully over both drips, all the way down the stand and finally, I stretched them over each of the four legs, one by one. By that stage, I was totally exhausted from all the exertion. And you’ll never guess what? When they got to my foot, they were upside down and back to front so I had to start all over again! 😆
UPDATE: When my son read this post, he asked (quite logically) why I didn’t unhook the drip bags from the top of the stand, to make the job easier. The answer? One of the drips was led through a pump which was fixed to the drip stand. He’d a good laugh at my expense anyhow!