Kath in Buxton
New Member
Well, as it says in the title really.
This is my story so far:
Wednesday night, got bag packed, went to bed early. Couldn't sleep partly because I was excited and partly because next door neighbours came in at 2.20 am and proceeded to have a party. Never heard a peep out of them before, so why they chose that night I really don't know Grrrrr.
Thursday am, got to Derby for 7 am, and it was just like being in an airport departure lounge. There were lots of people all arrived for various ops in various departments and we had to wait to be called into small consulting rooms to be seen by various persons before going to the next stage of the waiting area. Once in the next waiting room got called to see physio, to talk about post op breathing exercise and the importance of getting mobile as soon as possible. Was called to change into my fancy green gown at 10.45, then walked down to theatre where the young anaesthatist got me chatting to take my mind off things, until I went in. Robin, my husband was allowed to stay with me right through all of this. He was told which ward I would be returning to, then went off into town for his lunch and then wandering up to the ward to wait in the day room for my return.
Next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room in agony!! But the funny thing about this is that the pain wasn't in anyway connected to my tummy, but was all around my shoulders and collar bones. On returning to the ward I was allowed sips of water straight away. Thursday night and Friday morning were quite bad, but by Friday lunch time I was chatting to another lady in the ward who had just had the same op, the same day, about 4 hours before me!! Thursday afternoon was information overload time with people coming to tell me this that and the other. None of which has sunk in, all of which i have bits of paper for.
This morning the doc said I couldn't go home . . so i pulled my self together, managed a small lunch of chicken soup, got mobile walking up and down the ward, to prove to them all that I was perfectly ready to come home.
And here I am, feeling strange, not ill exactly, just weird.
Going to try some warm milk and have a rest now xxxxxxxxxxx
This is my story so far:
Wednesday night, got bag packed, went to bed early. Couldn't sleep partly because I was excited and partly because next door neighbours came in at 2.20 am and proceeded to have a party. Never heard a peep out of them before, so why they chose that night I really don't know Grrrrr.
Thursday am, got to Derby for 7 am, and it was just like being in an airport departure lounge. There were lots of people all arrived for various ops in various departments and we had to wait to be called into small consulting rooms to be seen by various persons before going to the next stage of the waiting area. Once in the next waiting room got called to see physio, to talk about post op breathing exercise and the importance of getting mobile as soon as possible. Was called to change into my fancy green gown at 10.45, then walked down to theatre where the young anaesthatist got me chatting to take my mind off things, until I went in. Robin, my husband was allowed to stay with me right through all of this. He was told which ward I would be returning to, then went off into town for his lunch and then wandering up to the ward to wait in the day room for my return.
Next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room in agony!! But the funny thing about this is that the pain wasn't in anyway connected to my tummy, but was all around my shoulders and collar bones. On returning to the ward I was allowed sips of water straight away. Thursday night and Friday morning were quite bad, but by Friday lunch time I was chatting to another lady in the ward who had just had the same op, the same day, about 4 hours before me!! Thursday afternoon was information overload time with people coming to tell me this that and the other. None of which has sunk in, all of which i have bits of paper for.
This morning the doc said I couldn't go home . . so i pulled my self together, managed a small lunch of chicken soup, got mobile walking up and down the ward, to prove to them all that I was perfectly ready to come home.
And here I am, feeling strange, not ill exactly, just weird.
Going to try some warm milk and have a rest now xxxxxxxxxxx
