Hi Guys!
Well I'm just drinking a lovely cup of tea that Im absoluitly gasping for!
So do you want to know the gory details?
Here is my diary entry for today!
Monday 1st February
Operation date. So, from the thread to the needle – here is what happened.
6.00 Decided to get up and have a shower after realising that I wasn’t going to have any more sleep other than the 90 minutes I had! Pampered myself and generally pottered about. Just me and another lady on our ward and we are on the lower ground floor by ourselves so it’s a bit weird but had a chat with her and she too couldn’t sleep so I’m in good company.
8.30 Nurse comes to advise me that my surgeon arrives at 10 and I am first on the list. at 9.00, I go up to the top floor where the theatres are and where my new room is.
10.00 By this time I have my gown and sexy stockings on, the anaesthatisit, surgeon and a nurse have all been in to consent me and confirm all me details. I am nervous now and really don’t have the heart to engage in conversation – I hope that they don’t take this as me being ignorant.
10.30 The nurse comes to take me to theatre. She is doing my head in as she does nothing to help me with my nerves other than sit in silence. Luckily I have forewarned the anaesthetist that I get a bit crazy when I am being out under. I go into theatre and the staff in there are ok – it wouldn’t hurt them to maybe be a bit more approachable – or maybe I am just a bit sensitive?
the nice aneasthatist starts to put me under, at which point I freak out! I hear him saying – “it’s ok – she was like this last time and has warned me” I vow not to fall asleep but to listen to what they have to say about me ..........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
12.30 I don’t actually know if this is the time so I just guessed. I wake up in recovery clutching my left side – which I think is the large cut for the port I think. I am generally uncomfortable, distressed and disoriented and get upset cos I want my husband. I think I keep dropping off and see a lady opposite me – me being me – I try and work out what she has had done, I am clearly delirious at this point cos I can’t remember a thing, I think I fall asleep and wake up as they wheel me into my room.
1.30 – 5.00 I sleep on and off, the pain is manageable and generally feels like a bad back ache. The cuts don’t hurt and I have a good burp and feel quite ok really, I am supprised and happy with how I feel.
5.30 My IV drip has now finished so I call for the nurse to see if I can freshen up and change my nightie. I am a bit disappointed as I have to ask for a cup of tea which I know is petty but I feel like a pest but at £6k I shouldn’t! I have a little wander round as I am anxious to make my recovery as speedy as possible.
If any one wants to ask questions or comment - please do, I'm sure that over the next couple of days I will update and remember bits and bobs!
Overall this experience has been a strange one. My thoughts as I was put to sleep were... " I am so ashamed it has come to this" and I am, I just need to concentrate on the positives now I suppose but I can't shake this shameful feeling off.
I am happy that I feel quite well and look forward to a healthier future x
Thanks for reading my ramblings, I wanted to do it now so that I don't forget things!