It's funny how things stick in our memory and they end up being the most obscure things.
It's a week after my last blog and these are the things I remember:
- Feeling so thankful for Alun's sense of calm as we checked into the Fancy Hospital a few hours before the operation. I felt anxious and this was displaying itself in my constant talking and nervous movements. Alun is always calm and I'm thankful I could lean on that as my fear got bigger and bigger.
- They were holding a bake sale in the lobby of the Hospital - which was a lot more like a nice hotel than a hospital with a fancy reception. I liked seeing the cupcakes in pink icing. Alun bought me 2 cakes and we put them into a paper bag "for after the op"
- Alun and I both took out our phones and took photos of my Hospital room because the view was so pretty - right over the South Perth Bay. Sailboats were lined up by the shore and they all looked so pretty.
- I remember the Anaesthesiologist introduced herself to me. Moira. We'd talked on the phone a few days before the surgery and she knew how anxious I was about the operation so she explained again about how the anaesthesia would work and that she was going to give me a few sedatives before I went into the operating theatre. She gave me 2 Tramadol tablets. I've only ever had half of one in the past, and that's been enough to knock me out for the night...this probably explains why I don't remember I single thing about the operation.
- I remember Alun calling me as they were wheeling me back into my hospital room after the operation and feeling so out of it but telling him I was okay and hoping he wouldn't worry.
- I remember the night Nurse - her name was "Sue" kept checking on me. I think she came in almost every half hour so that first night in hospital, I was awake all night - either waiting for Sue to take the blood pressure cuff off my arm, shaking my head "no" to her offer of strong pain killers, feeling the slight movement of the cathetar (sp?) along my inner thigh as it drained my pee away and into a bag or bowl somewhere under the bed. It felt like the minute I was about to nod off, Sue's little footsteps could be heard entering my room and it would wake me going over the tests again...and this just went around and around in a loop until the next person entering my room was the tea-lady.
The tea-lady (maid?) wheeled in a tray with a fancy breakfast. Even as she was settling it onto my bedside-tray thingy, I could feel my head spinning and my stomach lurching. It was probably only toast, a muffin and some tea but I responded to the smell of it instantly and violently. I was throwing up everywhere and trying to find the Nurse call button. I felt so sick, so weak and so disorientated that the only thing I could think to do when I couldn't find the call button was to unplug the oxygen reader on my finger which made alarms go off and Nurses rush in.
Ahh. That's better.
The days following have just been a blur. I've been so tired. I've slept a lot and am 'resting' a lot.
It's a week after my last blog and these are the things I remember:
- Feeling so thankful for Alun's sense of calm as we checked into the Fancy Hospital a few hours before the operation. I felt anxious and this was displaying itself in my constant talking and nervous movements. Alun is always calm and I'm thankful I could lean on that as my fear got bigger and bigger.
- They were holding a bake sale in the lobby of the Hospital - which was a lot more like a nice hotel than a hospital with a fancy reception. I liked seeing the cupcakes in pink icing. Alun bought me 2 cakes and we put them into a paper bag "for after the op"
- Alun and I both took out our phones and took photos of my Hospital room because the view was so pretty - right over the South Perth Bay. Sailboats were lined up by the shore and they all looked so pretty.
- I remember the Anaesthesiologist introduced herself to me. Moira. We'd talked on the phone a few days before the surgery and she knew how anxious I was about the operation so she explained again about how the anaesthesia would work and that she was going to give me a few sedatives before I went into the operating theatre. She gave me 2 Tramadol tablets. I've only ever had half of one in the past, and that's been enough to knock me out for the night...this probably explains why I don't remember I single thing about the operation.
- I remember Alun calling me as they were wheeling me back into my hospital room after the operation and feeling so out of it but telling him I was okay and hoping he wouldn't worry.
- I remember the night Nurse - her name was "Sue" kept checking on me. I think she came in almost every half hour so that first night in hospital, I was awake all night - either waiting for Sue to take the blood pressure cuff off my arm, shaking my head "no" to her offer of strong pain killers, feeling the slight movement of the cathetar (sp?) along my inner thigh as it drained my pee away and into a bag or bowl somewhere under the bed. It felt like the minute I was about to nod off, Sue's little footsteps could be heard entering my room and it would wake me going over the tests again...and this just went around and around in a loop until the next person entering my room was the tea-lady.
The tea-lady (maid?) wheeled in a tray with a fancy breakfast. Even as she was settling it onto my bedside-tray thingy, I could feel my head spinning and my stomach lurching. It was probably only toast, a muffin and some tea but I responded to the smell of it instantly and violently. I was throwing up everywhere and trying to find the Nurse call button. I felt so sick, so weak and so disorientated that the only thing I could think to do when I couldn't find the call button was to unplug the oxygen reader on my finger which made alarms go off and Nurses rush in.
Ahh. That's better.
The days following have just been a blur. I've been so tired. I've slept a lot and am 'resting' a lot.
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