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.
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Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
2 DPO - 12th May 2010
Today starts exactly the same as yesterday, awoken very early for checks and tests and then waiting around until 8.00am for some breakfast to arrive.
Luckily there is a nice nurse on the ward who offers to get me some tea from the kitchen as she has noticed I can't do anything for myself. I really enjoy that cup of tea. The porridge however I can only manage a few mouth fulls again.
Around mid morning again the physio returns. This time with a rather large frame that would allow me to stand up and lean on it with the full length of my arm from able to wrist.
The aim today is to get up from the bed and stand.... the reality is I nearly faint just moving from lying down to sitting on the edge of the bed. The room is spinning and I so want to throw up. After deep breathes I manage to keep down the porridge and allowed to rest. She will be back later with someone else to help.
Straight after the surgeon arrives, he tells me how pleased he is with how I did and that the operation went really well. He does suggest though that I am not recovering as well as he would have hoped - probably due to how long I had spd for before surgery and that once a bed is found in the orthopaedic ward I will be moved there and kept in over the weekend. I am not really disappointed. I know I am struggling and could not manage at home like this, so the best place is to be here.
This afternoon I am taken down to X ray - thank fully this is done over lunch time so I don't have to worry about refusing that meal. The guys in x ray are great and manage to move me from my bed to the x ray table without hurting me at all. I tell them they need to teach the porters and the staff on the ward that trick!
After the x ray I am left in the waiting room of A and E with everyone walking past my bed having a good old stare at me. I feel like i am on show. Maybe it is the great big bag of urine hanging from the end of my bed!!
Once back on the ward the lovely nurse from this morning comes over and tells me I have a urine infection and that I am to be put on another drip of antibiotics as well as the one I already have in. To be honest it feels like no big deal considering what I have already gone through. They can stick 20 cannula's in my arms for all I care.
Tea time is a jacket potato, I am grateful I can eat almost half of it. That gives me enough strength to be able sit up again when the physio returns. She says though that she is going to take my frame up to the orthopaedic ward where I can reunited with it tomorrow. She doesn't want me tempted into going for a walk on my own - seriously she has no worries there!
As night falls another nurse and a new young male trainee arrive to give me the pleasure of a bed bath. Urm - can I say no? Apparently not! So I am shuffled back and forth from side to side and scrubbed and changed into my own nightwear - which to be honest feels very nice indeed. I feel clean and have a clean nightie on. I am pleased because Andy and Molly should be here very soon. They were leaving home at 4.30. No sooner thought then my phone rings, they have been stuck in traffic for 3 hours now, I decide they should go home as Molly has already fallen asleep. I tell Andy that I am to be kept in over the weekend anyway so they can come and spend some time with me on Saturday instead.
A couple of other ladies on the ward talk to me tonight. They feel sorry for me for having no visitors! I don't mind, we chat and compare notes on the staff and all get to tell our horror stories of surgery. I win on the comparing wounds front - the one which I can show them is across the left side of my stomach - it looks worse than it is because of the staples. The other wound is too low down to show someone I have only just met.
Luckily there is a nice nurse on the ward who offers to get me some tea from the kitchen as she has noticed I can't do anything for myself. Around mid morning again the physio returns. This time with a rather large frame that would allow me to stand up and lean on it with the full length of my arm from able to wrist.
The aim today is to get up from the bed and stand.... the reality is I nearly faint just moving from lying down to sitting on the edge of the bed. The room is spinning and I so want to throw up. After deep breathes I manage to keep down the porridge and allowed to rest. She will be back later with someone else to help.
Straight after the surgeon arrives, he tells me how pleased he is with how I did and that the operation went really well. He does suggest though that I am not recovering as well as he would have hoped - probably due to how long I had spd for before surgery and that once a bed is found in the orthopaedic ward I will be moved there and kept in over the weekend. I am not really disappointed. I know I am struggling and could not manage at home like this, so the best place is to be here.
This afternoon I am taken down to X ray - thank fully this is done over lunch time so I don't have to worry about refusing that meal. The guys in x ray are great and manage to move me from my bed to the x ray table without hurting me at all. I tell them they need to teach the porters and the staff on the ward that trick!
After the x ray I am left in the waiting room of A and E with everyone walking past my bed having a good old stare at me. I feel like i am on show. Maybe it is the great big bag of urine hanging from the end of my bed!!
Once back on the ward the lovely nurse from this morning comes over and tells me I have a urine infection and that I am to be put on another drip of antibiotics as well as the one I already have in. To be honest it feels like no big deal considering what I have already gone through. They can stick 20 cannula's in my arms for all I care.
Tea time is a jacket potato, I am grateful I can eat almost half of it. That gives me enough strength to be able sit up again when the physio returns. She says though that she is going to take my frame up to the orthopaedic ward where I can reunited with it tomorrow. She doesn't want me tempted into going for a walk on my own - seriously she has no worries there!
As night falls another nurse and a new young male trainee arrive to give me the pleasure of a bed bath. Urm - can I say no? Apparently not! So I am shuffled back and forth from side to side and scrubbed and changed into my own nightwear - which to be honest feels very nice indeed. I feel clean and have a clean nightie on. I am pleased because Andy and Molly should be here very soon. They were leaving home at 4.30. No sooner thought then my phone rings, they have been stuck in traffic for 3 hours now, I decide they should go home as Molly has already fallen asleep. I tell Andy that I am to be kept in over the weekend anyway so they can come and spend some time with me on Saturday instead.
A couple of other ladies on the ward talk to me tonight. They feel sorry for me for having no visitors! I don't mind, we chat and compare notes on the staff and all get to tell our horror stories of surgery. I win on the comparing wounds front - the one which I can show them is across the left side of my stomach - it looks worse than it is because of the staples. The other wound is too low down to show someone I have only just met.
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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