Operation Day

Well I lef’ tit behind at the hospital!!! J

My day at the hospital was possibly the longest in my life and not for the reasons you’d imagine.

Got up at 5.30am and drank 3 pints of water before 6am.

Arrive at the hospital at 7.15am.

Got into hospital gown at 7.45am.

Then after being seen by surgeons and anaesthetists we waited and waited and waited. Apparently if it hadn’t have been the bank holiday the day before I would have come in to have a radioactive injection, but I had to have it done on the day (I was not the only person affected by this). So I go to the isotope department get an injection and then photographed.

And then we waited and we waited and we waited.

At 1pm, by which time I was unbelievable thirsty and hungry, I was called for surgery. With out doubt the most painful thing was having an automatic blood pressure cuff on my right calf – excruciating.

Some time later I am asked if I know where I am. I reply confidently “Marsiellan Plage”

Some time later I ask what time it is 5.25 I am told. I had been in recovery for the best part of 2 hours.

I am then sent back up to the ward. Where thankfully Terry, my husband, arrives a little later.

I am visited by the surgeon who tells me that the lymph nodes are clear although there is a small chance that they will be found to be affected later on.

One of the side effects of the aesthetic is that I have absolutely no spit. Thus eating a slice of bread required the consumption of several glasses of water. I drink about 3 litres of water to get one slice of bread eaten. I am then told I cannot go home until I have peed.

I drink, I walk around, I relax, I try and nothing.

I drink, I walk around, I relax, I try and nothing.

I drink, I walk around, I relax, I try and nothing.

The day unit staff go home at 8pm so I am sent up to the short stay unit to continue the interminable wait for the passing of urine.

I really want to go home (CSI Miami is on at 9pm)

At long last at about 8.40pm I pee hooray!!!

When they do the operation they inject you with a blue dye to highlight the lymph nodes, interesting side effect your pee turns blue and I mean really blue.

I get home in time for CSI Miami and the best ever scramble eggs and ham.

I still have a local anaesthetic where my left breast used to be so currently I am not in pain. The site of the drain is a little itchy occasionally and other than peeing like a Smurf (I think I went to the loo at least 6 times in the night) I  feel absolutely fine, if a little stiff.

Oh yes and on top of all this my dad died on Monday night.

It’s been one hell of a week.