Day 1

Day 1:



So H day appoached and I merrily went in to hosptial (Nuffield again; well why change a good thing) feeling relatively normal anxiety but nicely calm due to lovely big tummy breathing exercises (that really does work). Arrived at 12.30pm and almost immediately given all the attentions from nurses and my consultant so we both (me and Mike) assumed that it might be one of the first ops, and in fact Mr Louden (my gynaecologist) suggested as much; sadly it was not to be so we waited.....and waited......and waited.....4pm arrives and it's my turn, yay!


Off I trott, fully expecting the same as last time, but this time I have a different anaesthatist; shouldn't make any difference should it though. Well he did it all differently didn't he, I don't know if it is because I had told him that last time "apparently I'd had some sort of allergic reaction to it, rash apparently so they gave me some antihistamine" or any other reason but he injected (my left hand again...I am left handed, I told them more than once!) with a small something before the big one that sends you to sleep, then when he put the big one that sends you to sleep in, I counted to 8, yes 8 I tell you before I went off. Well last time I only got to 2.. now what is that about?

Next thing I know I look at the clock and it is 7.30pm, bloody hell that was a long time...I also felt decidely unwell, I mean really ill actually. This was not the same at all! feeling pretty disappointed and very sick, I was kept in recovery for a while longer and felt very out of it and don't remember much accept they kept asking me about pain and what number was I in, "I don't know do I, I'm not even really here" so they decided to continue giving me morphine in little doses but it soon builds up doesn't it, and I remember thinking at some point, not sure when that this might be another "ine" I'm allergic to, (others being Codine and pethadine) I was later told it was likely as they are all related....goodoh then.


So now to the point of this story. The Recovery


Don't remember much of that night at all was very out of it and I remember the nurse coming in lateish and telling Mike to clear off now...I think she was a bit politer than that but Mike was peeved, after all he had been the one waiting for hours until I returned with no communication from the outside world and then none really when I returned except I think he was told it took me ages to wake; he was worried. Anyway I told him it was my fault as I had forgotten to tell him that visiting was only until 9pm....oops my bad then.


A very restless odd first night, felt very ill and had these stupid boot things on my legs to make them think I was walking (I was later told, to help with DVT) but if you can find a way to sleep through that noise then do let the next poor soul know...Imagine if you will, a transformer from the telly or those silly films wondering around your room all night and you might get the idea and on top of that the air conditioner unit was right outside my window...lovely then thanks (oh that must be because I'm NHS lol)