I typed a massive long update earlier, then the cat jumped on my lap, headbutted my port wound and deleted my reply. Grrrr!
So i'll just do the shortened version. Arrived on the 12th may in Brussels, was meant to meet one of the team at 7pm but they didn't arrive until 8.15 by which time i was really agitated and at the point of crying thinking i had somehow got the dates or place mixed up. Finally met Bart, one of Dr Chris co-ordinaters....very nice man. We went to the conference room where he outlined the procedure and i paid the balance.
That night me and DH had a last meal in the hotel restaurant and a couple of glasses of wine and went back to our room ready for our early morning hospital trip. We were advised to get there at 7pm to check in and settle into our rooms. All went smoothly...the hospital was clean, modern and the nurses were polite and helpful, nothing was too much trouble.
After some bloods and bp were taken it was time to meet the man himself Dr Chris De Bruyne, he was very proffesional, very clear and honest about the procedure and a bit yummy to boot
He then said we would be taken to theatre in about an hour, finally my time had come and i was wheeled down to theatre. A big guy loomed over me and told me he would take care of me and that's the last i remember....i awoke to pain in my side and the most awful vomiting. Wasn't expecting the vomiting to be so bad but the after effect of the aneasthesia(sp) really knocked me for six. Must have drifted in and out of sleep because i then awoke back in my hospital room with my DH by my side. A bit more vomiting later and a lot more pain i was left to sleep for the evening. Next morning met with Dr Chris again for the lowdown (i have a 7ml band) and a typed up report of the surgery.Left the hospital with injections for thrombosis, some pain relief tablets and sickness tablets.
Arrived back at the hotel and as i was getting changed i noticed my dressing was soaked with blood....as luck would have it Bart knocked on the door and suggested i go back to A&E to have the dressing changed. So another taxi ride back to hospital and it appears that i needed another stitch in my port wound. The uncompassionate doctor in A&E prodded and poked my flesh like i didn't have any feelings there, then sowed it up. The pain was awful...thankfully fleeting but horrible all the same...my toes literally curled up. I was then sent back to the hotel room and slept for the rest of the night.
The eurostar back was ok, we were there quite early so a lot of waiting around but i managed to kip on the train.
Today i'm feeling painful still. My port side is still hurting and everything just seems swollen inside. My stomach looks even more bloated at the moment!
I am also getting pain in my chest, it is fleeting but really uncomfortable....i'm not sure if it is wind or not.
Today i have had an actimel yoghurt, a slimfast, options hot choc and bowl of soup. Struggling to get water down me because of the chest pain but will persevere.
So that's my shortened version. Hopefully i will feel better in a few days. xx