Day 2

Next morning, up with the crocodiles or something like that, nurses constantly invading your space and I suppose they have to after all you are there for a reason "it's not a holiday you know"...They tried to get me to eat some pre-ordered Porridge and prunes (for obvious reasons) but I was really nauseous and could not manage any more than one mouthful without thinking everything was going to come back on out so an offended catering assistant came and took it away again...sorry about that then.

At some point not sure when the little tube was taken away that was stopping me from needing to leave the bed to wee.



So matron Sharon, Mike called her that as she was very old school, came in "come on Katharyn, time to get up to wee...." what, no I'm not ready, I feel really ill you know...don't you realise? "come on then, up you get" another nurse came in to help lift me as I was not able to lift myself (I'm not that heavy, I'm just getting over a big operation you know) So up I get, and all the fluid I had been told I must be sipping though the night, and that was more than I realised projectiled out so fast even I almost laughed...but I didn't cos now I was feeling right sorry for myself. Mike was proud though as normally I find it very difficult to throw up, but this just came flying on out and several times too....lol sorry but it's part of my story and you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to know would you.


"Ah you will feel better now" said Sharon. She gave me a lovely wash, dignification goes out the window when you are in hospital and feel like shit, I enjoyed it...yes I did and she even moisturised my legs...lovely! I like Sharon. Tells me how it is she does.


So the day continued, and around mid morning when I'd told Mike to clear off again myself as I really was not sociable and he was probably bored and the kids needed him, well they should have anyway (I don't think they did at all) but he didn't want to hang around and they were not making a decision about me going home yet as I had not had 3 wee's and was still very ill. Mr Louden came in to visit and to tell me how the op went, he is a lovely chap (think he might be quite rich, he looks it) he told me the op went very well, in fact it only took 40 minutes, very straight forward, its just that they could not wake me up afterwards was the problem, but its doubtful he cared much about that as he would have left all that business to the aftercare nurse. So the good news is I now am wombless and everything else associated with that less....All is good. He prescribed me some special hormone replacements which should work with me given that I am a migrain sufferer but its a trial and error thing. He also told the nursed to stop giving me morphine for pain relief as this was probably what was making me so sick....another 'ine' then... He left.

So back to plain old paracetamol and ibruprofen for pain relief and copious amounts of anti sickness remedies, the melt on your tongue ones, tablet ones and injected ones, I really did feel like a chemist.



Lunch time, nope still nothing so a very offended catering assistant left the room again and even asked me if there was a point ordering tea, then politely suggested she make something up very light. I agreed. My afternoon nurse was Catherine who had celebrated her anniversary that day with her husband Michael so we had something in common, we were immediate best friends...(no I'm not stalking her) She was lovely and I felt better, in fact I was starting to feel better but she said I could not go home as I was too ill.


Another restless night and by now I was weeing for England which also kept me up, so at 2 pm thought I'd email mum and do a bit of reading of a trashy magasine that came with OK, well when I say reading there wasn't actually anything to read so a few seconds later after realising I knew no one yes that's right no one in the whole magazine (how out of touch I must be) I chucked it on the floor and tried to sleep again.


Guess what though, the actual pain is kicking in now and my poor lickle tummy hurts and that blasted annoying gas/air what ever it is after a laparoscopy is hurting like mad, up into my chest in my belly into the depths of who knows where, its a nuisance. I try to get comfortable with the limited movement I have , I have got very used to moving my bed up and down now and the poor chap in the next room (also called Mike) must have been very annoyed with me changing the settings all the time. Sounded like our lift at work, don't how to spell how that sounds, but I'm sure you can use your imagination. The nurses are still visiting regularly and we are all great friends now, I'm given a mint tea somewhen in the early hours to try to help the gas move on. I'm burping happily by now and given up saying "oh sorry, excuse me". Well they must be used to it. However, I can't get the air out any other way yet and interestingly, even though I am weeing freely like it is a new found freedom I can't actually figure out when I need to go so just pop on the loo every hour or so for good luck and it seems to work.