Well im oficially banded and here is what happened to me.
We (me, hubby & son) left north wales at 9am and found our way to sheffield by 11.30am. By this time i had a slimfast shake at 8am and my last sip of water at 11am and of course my last ciggie.
We pratted around until 1.30pm where i checked into the claremont.
I was feeling very calm and cool.
I was taken to my private room which i was so pleased over and Mavis came in, introduced herself and took me to weigh myself. She then proceeded to fill out my medical booklet which always stayed on the end of my bed.
She asked me loads of questions about allergies, crowns or caps, family history etc... before leaving for 15 minutes.
I managed to unpack and put all my 'stuff' close to hand and switch on the TV when mavis came back and put my wrist band on, an allergen band (im allergic to nickel) and gave me the outfit i had to wear for surgery.
It was a long blue gown which fastened at the back, mesh knickers and some knee length white stockings. She told me to wear my own cotton knickers if the mesh ones didnt fit (which didnt)
I then had my blood pressure, pulse rate and temperature taken. Mavis then told me i was booked in for 6pm and to expect blood tests, the anethatist and surgeon to visit me.
I was then left in peace for about 1 hour.
At this point i was fed up at looking at my hubbys face as i could see he was worried so i sent him home....2 hour drive!
I was hungry and thirsty but i could not have anything, not even a tiny sip and of course no ciggies. I just put the TV on and played on my mobile. I also tried to get my head down, but every 30 mins there was somebody knocking on the door.
A chap came to take 3 sets of blood from my arm and even though he was really good and fast he was a bit of a miserable git.
The anethatist then came (he was very good looking) asked me questions about previous anesthetics, allergies etc...
At 4.15pm my surgeon came in, Roger Ackroyd. He definately is not as good looking as his pictures but a nice chap. He just asked a few questions about previous diets and asked me to sign a consent form for them to open me up if anything went wrong or in case of mortality....that was it, he was about to do a daley out of the door when i shouted him back. I wanted to know what size band i was going to have and if he was going to put any fill in.
He told me a 9ml band with zero fill and off he went.
At this point i was feeling like a number. A Nobody. I phoned my hubby and told him.
I also had thoughts that i was going to be his last patient of the day and so i might be a rush job......but i was not, he was performing until 9pm.
Finally the fun started and a nurse (cant remember her name) came to get me. I got dressed into my 'outfit' put my dressing gown and slippers on and started to walk to theatre.
This nurse was lovely, totally kept me engaged in conversation. She showed me the recovery room and theatre then took me to the anesthetic room.
She kept my mind busy which i was pleased of, peace and quite at this point would have made me panic.
In came a bed which i got myself onto and everything then happened so fast.
I had 1 chap putting sticky pads on my chest, the anethatist putting in the canular, and another chap fiddling with my stocking (making sure the feet were totally covered). Next thing i knew, there was a mask going over my mouth and nose and the anethatist telling me all is ok and ill drift off into a sleep.
WHACK...i was out for the count, it was such a nice feeling of propper sleepyness.
Next thing i knew, 2 nurses were waking me up in the recovery room.
I was sooooo sleepy, but managed to ask if all went ok, which it did and what time it was. It was 6.20pm! So not even 45 mins from leaving my room.
The the hiccups started and they were horrible. So painful in my chest, they were driving me mad but went after about 10 minutes.
She gave me a sip of water and asked me about my pain, it was ok but i could feel it getting worse so she gave me some morphine through my canular then the 2 nurses wheeled me back to my room where i slept a while longer.
I was in no pain.
I was rigged up to a drip machine for my fluids and had to wear an oxygen mask, but soon swapped to the version that goes up your nose as the mask made my face itch.
Then the night shift had started and my male nurse called Ali looked after me.
I also made my phone calls to let hubby and sisters know i was ok.....but couldnt get hold of hubby!!!!!!
Then hubby turned up, he felt too guilty leaving me so drove all the way back and booked him and my son into a hotel...ah bless him!
Every hour Ali took my blood pressure, temperature and pulse.
At 10.30pm he added a bottle of paracetamol to my drip, but i wasnt in pain.
I had gotten up a few times to go to the toilet and check my mobile phone by the window as i didnt have signal.
Going to the loo was ok, but when weeing it was in dribbles, it felt wierd but im back to normal now.
I had 5 plasters on my upper tummy (just under boobs) and they were ok, just pulling a bit when sitting up or sitting down.
Ali then let me inject myself with the injections i have to give myself for 10 days (i think its B12) This was fine and ive just done it now, im glad ive got some blubber for the needle to go into.
I sipped water all night inbetween sleeping and all was fine.
In the morning at 7.30am Roger Ackroyd came to see me and told me that it had gone really well and that i know what i should be doing now (on fluids) and my provider would be in touch....off he went!
I was then visited by the new day shift nurse who gave me all my medication.
Disolvable solphadine (this is too disgusting to have so im taking my nurofen), my B12 injections and needle box, some clean plasters and 2 letters. 1 for my doctor and 1 for the practice nurse who will have to remove my metal clips in 10 days!!! WHAT WHAT WHAT, ive not had disolvable stitches????
She told me these hold better than stitches then handed me some scissors for the practice nurse to taken them out.
I then got my pillow and placed it over my tummy and came home...all still fine and not in any pain.
We stopped off at mcdonalds on the way back for hubby to use the toilet and my tummy was rumbling. It was not a normal grumble as the grumbling came from the centre of my chest just under my boobs. So i opened up a frube smoothie youghurt thing, and managed 1/2 the tube. I didnt feel any discomfort but didnt want to push it, i just wanted the grumbling to go which it did.
When we got home, i went to visit my sister and told my mum about the op. Mum was gutted and began to cry and called me a stupid girl, but she was pleased that i didnt tell her. Just need to face my dad now!
When we finally got home i continued to sip water and cups of tea.
I tried to lie down on the sofa but got pain across my shoulders so soon sat back up. I also got the grumbles again, so i had an actmel which tool about 20 minutes.
In and out of sleep all day, but even managed to tidy up the kitchen using my son to pick things up off the floor.
At 5pm i had the grumbles again, so asked hubby to make me 1/2 a tin of tomato soup.
He brought it to me in a tiny bowl and a teaspoon (bless him) but i only managed 4 spoons before i felt tension across my chest. I stopped and tried 10 minutes later but got it again...is this restriction? i dont know and im very much in tune with my body at the moment.
Ive just had another actimel.
Burping is challenging, but im managing to do it. I feel aching on my shoulders but its manageable.
Overall, the staff at claremont were wonderful.
But im not impressed with my provider so far, lets hope they make the effort to ring me tomorrow or ill be on the phone to them.
I paid the extra for their "service" so i want it.
Well its done now and im pleased.
Just taking my time with the healing process.
Sleeping on the sofa tonight as ill be in and out of sleep and at least ive got the TV down here to occupy me when awake.
Ill post again tomorrow.
Thanks for all the support, its been brilliant.