Today I certainly was/is/am. Why? I finally got my day surgery appointment, nervous, shit yeah. What for? Hmm, lets just say womens problems and be done with it. I’ve never had to have anything like that done before, yes I’ve given birth to three sons and I knew what was coming with that. Though the older females filled my head with B/S with the birth of my first son. But hey thats long done with, he is after all Twenty years old now.
I worked until midnight last night, got home at around One pm. Had to have that wind down time, watched a DVD and chatted to hubby. Then to bed. Aahh, Four am. Up again at Six thirty and out the door by Six forty five. Had to be at day surgery at Seven am, wishing I could have still been tucked in bed, not that it would have been for much longer than Seven thirty, Boo had to be woken to go back to school. Hubby did that anyway.
Dropped off at the hospital, with a quick kiss and see ya later. Upstairs I went. “Cool, only three people in front of me, this won’t take long.” How wrong can a person be?
I was in the cubicles and ready by Eight thirty, in a natural sleep by Nine. Woken by anesthetist at Eleven. (He thought it funny that he had to wake someone to put them to sleep.) Into the theatre waiting area by Twelve fifteen. (I warned them they’d need a few to lift me, once in a dead sleep. OH&S reasons.) Last I saw was the stirrups…..
In recovery by One thirty, napped on and off for about Fifteen minutes. BP checked, heart rate checked, Blood sugar checked (I’m a diet controlled diabetic.) all fine, moved back to cubicle. By then wide awake and starving. The waiting area was full of the afternoons list and I wanted food and to go home. Not only me…lol
Checked my Bsl’s again 5.1, a bit low. But hey I’d not eaten since midnight. They took out the shunt, changed dressings and told me to get dressed. I did, though not in bed as I was supposed to. What I was not dizzy or nauseated. Nursing staff gave me a cup of black coffee and two sandwiches, told me they’d called hubby and he was on his way. Yippee.
Supplied with meds and pain relief, instructions on what to keep an eye out for and what to do in case. Derr. Head home, feeling like I’d been riding bareback for twelve hours. So wanted a ciggie, but hubby the smart arse had left them at home.
Pulled into drive, Kathy (Nurse) waved from across the road. Limped over, feeling the effects of sedatives. Scabbed a ciggie, another neighbor pulled up. (She’d thought I’d been ignoring her, since I’d not been waving back at her as she drove by.) Apologized, explained was watching the roads not the people in the cars.
School was out, Boo came around the corner. Beaming when he saw me. Gotta love me son. Growled at me, for being out and told to go home. The ladies all laughed, and I went home.
I tried sitting, but kept nodding off, so headed to bed for a nanna nap. When I woke I thought it was morning and had missed the evening meal. Until I opened the bedroom door and the smell of food hit me. Then the phone started….geezus. Can’t a person recover or eat!
Seriously off with the faeries, could not carry a conversation or a coherent thought. So after two calls feigned sleeping. Hubby was kept on the phone, by other callers and it was my turn to laugh. He did cook a yummo meal, grilled chicken breasts, with wedges (home made) and assorted veg. Served with aioli. Mmmm
Hubby did some editing for me, as I had taken one of the pain meds and it seemed to have re-activated the earlier sedatives. I got into LoM and played silly buggers. Couldn’t pass up the chance at being really loppy. You’ll just have to find the threads and see for yourselves.
As the meds have worn off for now. I’ve been playing in the blogs, this one obviously with this addition and Canolas. Finishing off creating some pages, making additions and making lists. I’ve got a list of things to do and I will complete them, whilst on sick leave.
But I think I had better head off to bed now, or at least shortly after taking another tablet.
Hoping that the Dr’s have righted everything and that I won’t have to go through this again. They did say that if it did not work this time, theres another two steps before they give me what I wanted. A hysterectomy. Why not, I’m done making babies, just not the process of doing so, thats the fun apart and I don’t want to stop that bit.
As one nurse said today, ‘One for each of us and one for the Government.’
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