Time to get rid of bladder cancer for the seventh time!
The operation was booked for this Tuesday as a day patient, however I doubted that as not arriving until noon and from previous experience I'd needed to stay in at least one night and sometimes more.
This time we arrived and went through the whole thorough and repetitive admissions process with various members of staff including the surgeon and anaesthetist, during which I sent Hubby home. Next was to struggle into those awful compression socks and gown.
I'm guessing it must have been around 2pm ish when I was walked to Theatre a few doors down.
Prepped and sedated by a full team of lovely, chatty, calming staff with one thing I've never had before which was a strip attached across my forehead which was to monitor brain activity while I was under (clever eh?).
Then I was being woken and told all went well. Bit of a problem as I couldn't breathe or speak but thankfully they resolved that quickly. Another problem is always my blood pressure which will rise just because I'm in hospital. Plus I've extra medication adjustment issues which I'm explaining to each person. Eventually they decided I was stable enough to be wheeled to Lavenham Ward. I've no idea how long I was in recovery or even in surgery.
On the ward and reunited with my stuff so turned my phone on and let Hubby, Daughter, Son and then others know that I was out the other side. Told those others that "I will chat more but not tonight", I was still sleepy of course. Think there were four different nurses that came to take my obs and panic over my high blood pressure and listen to my probable reasons why. I'd asked a few times for tea (I'd been nil-by-mouth for hours) each time promised but not arriving. When I had a little moan on WhatsApp to my children Daughter immediately said she was coming with her full up travel mug. While we were still chatting the tea trolly man arrived miraculously! Daughter came anyway, turned up about the same time as Hubby, think that was just after 6pm ish. I couldn't eat the sandwich, crisps and yoghurt I'd been brought as my mouth was making everything taste awful, I was brought more tea and drunk three jugs of water and went to the loo twice so they said I could go home. WOW
I still hadn't had any surgery feedback in person or on the MyChart online record system but I eagerly got dressed and Hubby brought me home.
Wednesday I woke from a good night in my own bed and only feeling minor discomforts. So grateful I hadn't needed a catheter as I had every time before.
My phone was pinging nearly all the time. Flowers came up from neighbourCM with a card and she brought a card from my nails lady too as we both use the same one. Flowers also came up from neighbourLW
And Son came to visit and brought his own vegetarian sausages to take the place of our ham and we all had the eggs, croquettes and beetroot and sat down for dinner together.
It took until Thursday before I discovered one of the stickers they wire their monitors up to, stuck to me pre-op and missed at post-op removal.
By Thursday night I couldn't put up with those painful compression socks any longer so I got Hubby to pull them off before bed. Awwww bliss!
Friday NeighbourAB messaged to see if I was ready for a visitor. I was ready for a change of scenery so invited myself to her house as it's only two doors down. Lovely tea and chat. While there Daughter messaged to say she was coming over with the dog and we arranged a delay as I was already out. Also friendNH phoned and we decided what time I should call her back. I'm feeling so loved and so lucky.
When Daughter came, R came too and it was lunch time. R made tea and I made the sandwiches. I would never have been capable of being this active after previous surgery's... am I super woman or a complete forgery hahaha.
I'll leave you now, if you don't mind, as I'm still busy counting my blessings.
I'll leave you now, if you don't mind, as I'm still busy counting my blessings.
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