Showing posts with label pelvic surgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pelvic surgery. Show all posts
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Do you have to pass an exam to become a gp?
Went to the doctors today with stomach ache. Was offered pain relief. Urm I am in withdrawal? Why would you give me the same darn pain killers???
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
5 DPO - 15th May 2010
Today is going to be a good day! I am definitely having the catheter removed and Molly and Andy will be visiting this afternoon.
At about 10.30 the nurse comes to finally remove my bag of wee. I am relieved (tee hee) that is doesn't hurt. They just deflate a little balloon that held it all in place and out comes the tube. Done. Would have been a whole lot easier if I wasn't having to give repeated directions to hubby on where to take Molly for her ballet lesson mind! Why don't they just go where you tell them and park where you tell them? I am giving directions from a car park that I have never even heard of! Anyway enough of my incredible multi tasking. Where's that shower so I can look super lovely for my visitors I really would like to wash my hair.
After lunch the shower is out of the question - I am too knackered. Unbelievable but sitting in chair can really wear you out you know.
Instead I chose to change in to some pyjamas instead - now I don't have to carry around that damn bag pj's are much easier to wear.
At 2.00 the family arrive and we enjoy a fabulous afternoon in the coffee shop and buy me a few snacks from the M&S shop. Molly is looking stunning and seems very happy and well looked after. Andy looks a little tired, and a little fed up. We talk about me coming home on maybe Tuesday/Wednesday but that doesn't seem to cheer him up. Maybe he is worried about looking after me at home?
By 7 its time for them to go, I am really exhausted and in quite a lot of pain. I have a few tears when they leave and try not to cry in front of them. I am literally choking though and feel like I have swallowed a golf ball.
I lay back and listen to some music for a while whilst I look through the many get well soon cards Molly has made me.
Overnight I get worse, the pain is unbearable and I am struggling to sleep. The nurses check our BP's again and again mine has dipped.. I am warned I may need a blood transfusion at some point and that they will monitor it for next few days. With another dose of morphine I am in the land of nod.
At about 10.30 the nurse comes to finally remove my bag of wee. I am relieved (tee hee) that is doesn't hurt. They just deflate a little balloon that held it all in place and out comes the tube. Done. Would have been a whole lot easier if I wasn't having to give repeated directions to hubby on where to take Molly for her ballet lesson mind! Why don't they just go where you tell them and park where you tell them? I am giving directions from a car park that I have never even heard of! Anyway enough of my incredible multi tasking. Where's that shower so I can look super lovely for my visitors I really would like to wash my hair.
After lunch the shower is out of the question - I am too knackered. Unbelievable but sitting in chair can really wear you out you know.
Instead I chose to change in to some pyjamas instead - now I don't have to carry around that damn bag pj's are much easier to wear.
At 2.00 the family arrive and we enjoy a fabulous afternoon in the coffee shop and buy me a few snacks from the M&S shop. Molly is looking stunning and seems very happy and well looked after. Andy looks a little tired, and a little fed up. We talk about me coming home on maybe Tuesday/Wednesday but that doesn't seem to cheer him up. Maybe he is worried about looking after me at home?
By 7 its time for them to go, I am really exhausted and in quite a lot of pain. I have a few tears when they leave and try not to cry in front of them. I am literally choking though and feel like I have swallowed a golf ball.
I lay back and listen to some music for a while whilst I look through the many get well soon cards Molly has made me.
Overnight I get worse, the pain is unbearable and I am struggling to sleep. The nurses check our BP's again and again mine has dipped.. I am warned I may need a blood transfusion at some point and that they will monitor it for next few days. With another dose of morphine I am in the land of nod.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
4 DPO - 14th May 2010
This is my lowest day so far, I have been up so much in the night with the pain. A new lady is due to go down to theatre this morning for a hip replacement. She has already had several other similar surgeries. I begin to worry that maybe mine hasn't worked and I will be back in here in the future too. Maybe that is why I am so much pain still?
This evening I feel a little better, the sun setting has turned the sky a beautiful red and the view over London actually looks quite nice this evening maybe that's just all the morphine?
When the physio arrives we talk about my going home - it won't be until next week and only if I can walk to and from the bathroom unaided several times in a day. I am happy this is the goal. Although I am disappointed that I also have to sit in a chair for 3 hours to make sure that I can cope with the journey home. It appears the hospital are not going to offer me transport home as previously suggested.
I also still have my catheter firmly in place and attached to my walking frame - which I can now use to get from bed to chair. I ask every nurse today if they can remove it and the answer is always later. This afternoons checks show I have a temperature and low blood pressure. It has always been fairly low but it seems to have dropped a bit today. The doctor comes and tells me they hope its just because I am getting used to moving after being still for so long and nothing more serious.
This evening I feel a little better, the sun setting has turned the sky a beautiful red and the view over London actually looks quite nice this evening maybe that's just all the morphine?3 DPO - 13th May 2010
Well oddly enough I am in ground hog day, I am again awoken far too early and nearly crying for morphine until a kind nurse arranges the morphine and a cup of tea! I am so grateful for that lady whoever you are.
At 8.00 along comes the breakfast trolley, I decline the porridge and try some bread and jam instead. My Molly would love this for breakfast, the thought of her today has me in tears. I think its because I was so expecting to see her last night. I listen back to the videos we recorded on the way to hospital on Monday - me and molly destroying some song on the radio! If I can work out how I shall add it on to here in the future.
By lunch time I am moved on to the orthopaedic ward. I am in bed 4. I listen as the nurses go past and refer to all the patients as their bed number - it feels a bit like prison - only the food is worse here.
My new bed is a dream! Honestly! I have an air mattress now that constantly moves ever so slightly to stop you getting sores. I also have a monkey bar over the bed which I will learn to use to sit up unaided and some bed bars that I am taught how to manoeuvre myself up the bed. What a difference being on this ward has made to me already.
The physio arrives late afternoon and I finally get from bed to chair. I ask her when I can have the catheter removed? Although its nice not worrying about getting to the loo on time it is getting rather annoying carrying a bag of wee with you!
I am told I have to 'open my bowels' first. I then have this discussion with a nurse who tells me I need to 'open my bowels' today. Well I don't know about you but I am not one for doing this on demand. Its funny how everyone acts like they are whispering this phrase - but actually draw more attention to it and end up shouting it instead. Now this o longer bothers me, the entire ward is in the same boat. Everyone has had lower limb surgery in here and are more than willing to put there opinion on the whole bowl movement subject. In the end I had no choice, after laughing along to one woman's tale of opening her bowels a teeny tiny nurse whirls in, whips the curtain shut and has me on my side suppositories inserted before I can even mutter bowels open. Job done. I am told she will be back in 30 minutes where she will wheel me to the toilet in time! She blooming better!
At 8.00 along comes the breakfast trolley, I decline the porridge and try some bread and jam instead. My Molly would love this for breakfast, the thought of her today has me in tears. I think its because I was so expecting to see her last night. I listen back to the videos we recorded on the way to hospital on Monday - me and molly destroying some song on the radio! If I can work out how I shall add it on to here in the future.
By lunch time I am moved on to the orthopaedic ward. I am in bed 4. I listen as the nurses go past and refer to all the patients as their bed number - it feels a bit like prison - only the food is worse here.
My new bed is a dream! Honestly! I have an air mattress now that constantly moves ever so slightly to stop you getting sores. I also have a monkey bar over the bed which I will learn to use to sit up unaided and some bed bars that I am taught how to manoeuvre myself up the bed. What a difference being on this ward has made to me already.
The physio arrives late afternoon and I finally get from bed to chair. I ask her when I can have the catheter removed? Although its nice not worrying about getting to the loo on time it is getting rather annoying carrying a bag of wee with you!
I am told I have to 'open my bowels' first. I then have this discussion with a nurse who tells me I need to 'open my bowels' today. Well I don't know about you but I am not one for doing this on demand. Its funny how everyone acts like they are whispering this phrase - but actually draw more attention to it and end up shouting it instead. Now this o longer bothers me, the entire ward is in the same boat. Everyone has had lower limb surgery in here and are more than willing to put there opinion on the whole bowl movement subject. In the end I had no choice, after laughing along to one woman's tale of opening her bowels a teeny tiny nurse whirls in, whips the curtain shut and has me on my side suppositories inserted before I can even mutter bowels open. Job done. I am told she will be back in 30 minutes where she will wheel me to the toilet in time! She blooming better!
1 DPO - 11th May 2010
I day post operation!
Crikey why don't they let you sleep. At 6.00 I am awoken again for more BP checks and temperature checks. I am still on the oxygen but they have thankfully removed the mask and given the little thing that pokes up your nose.
During the night when they do these checks I normally get more pain relief and can go back to sleep but at 6.00am it appears everyone wakes up. Which is rather foolish as breakfast is another 2 hours away what is everyone going to do?
I switch on my TV and wonder if I can face some toast. At 8.00am I discover that even if I could eat I can't because toast is not on the menu,instead I am given some porridge. 2 mouth fulls is enough and then I feel sick.
The physio arrives mid morning with a pair of crutches, if I could I would laugh. There is no way she is getting me on them! Instead we try to work out a way to get me to sit up. Its harder then you would think!
Eventually I am helped on to my side and half lifted into a seating position, as she moves my legs off the bed the pain is unbearable and I promptly part with the 2 mouth fulls of porridge. It looks a lot more splattered on the floor.
I apologise but I get the impression that's not the worst bodily fluid that's missed her shoes.
I am allowed to lay back down and informed that I feel sick because of the drugs and the fact I have been lying flat for so long.
The rest of the day passes in a blur. By tea time I am quite ready for some food. Until it arrives, and I decide that maybe I will give it a miss until tomorrow. After all its only been one day!
Crikey why don't they let you sleep. At 6.00 I am awoken again for more BP checks and temperature checks. I am still on the oxygen but they have thankfully removed the mask and given the little thing that pokes up your nose.
During the night when they do these checks I normally get more pain relief and can go back to sleep but at 6.00am it appears everyone wakes up. Which is rather foolish as breakfast is another 2 hours away what is everyone going to do?
I switch on my TV and wonder if I can face some toast. At 8.00am I discover that even if I could eat I can't because toast is not on the menu,instead I am given some porridge. 2 mouth fulls is enough and then I feel sick.
The physio arrives mid morning with a pair of crutches, if I could I would laugh. There is no way she is getting me on them! Instead we try to work out a way to get me to sit up. Its harder then you would think!
Eventually I am helped on to my side and half lifted into a seating position, as she moves my legs off the bed the pain is unbearable and I promptly part with the 2 mouth fulls of porridge. It looks a lot more splattered on the floor.
I apologise but I get the impression that's not the worst bodily fluid that's missed her shoes.
I am allowed to lay back down and informed that I feel sick because of the drugs and the fact I have been lying flat for so long.
The rest of the day passes in a blur. By tea time I am quite ready for some food. Until it arrives, and I decide that maybe I will give it a miss until tomorrow. After all its only been one day!
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