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I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Been an eventful few days lol...slight understatement i realise that.
Got up in a foul mood on the friday morning..got to hospital..and then all booked in and taken into the ward...a blooming room with 2 oaps, one american and 2 nutters..oh yeah and me.
Walked in, moved my stuff in to get...Hi...im Joy (you do the american accent)..let me introduce you to everyone (me thinking FFS its half 7 i dont like you). Anyway the anesthetist came in to have a chat and gave me a choice of pain relief on coming round the push button morphine jobby or an epidural...and you know what im like with needles so went with the push button morphine thing. No way i was going to have an epidural without being in labour!! Then Mr Chin came round and said he didnt think it was anything sinister and that he was doing my surgery (as soon as he said his name, cos id checked them all out on the hozziewebsite i thought hmmm..nothing sinister eh so why have i got THE only cancer gynae bloke..what tree did you think i fell out of). He said that he was removing the lot as well as a layer of fat, i said fill your boots. Then got whisked away..and that was me in surgery for half 9..apparently i was back on the ward an hour nd half later (dont remember). So the op itself was pretty quick..joe and mum came up as i was starting to come round properly...and the dozy bint Joy kept trying to talk to me...ive never pushed a sodding button so many times I can tell you!
Was pretty much out of it for the rest of the day...understandably but i did manage some texts..not sure who to or what i said..but i know i txted nicki lol. Anyway...my morphine ran out at stooopid oclock in the morning..and the nurse on night shift didnt move fast enough for my liking..apparently. She did make a massive boo boo..she hadnt read my notes and injected my first blood thinning injection into my left arm..it cant go anywhere in that arm so just pooled..apparently i was furious..erm..also she hadnt put the anti-sick in with the morphine and thus why i started vomming y guts up as i had a reaction to the morphine without it! Also they were suppod to have lifted me during the night to sitting up so my muscles didnt stiffen..and guess what...they didnt. So when the morning shift came on they were not impressed..took three of them to lift me to sitting up..and i screamed the whole sodding ward down...also cos theyd left me lying down all night my blood oxygen had dropped dangerously low so had to be shoved on oxygen..and then sodding Joy woke up and tried to tell me to breathe through the pain...ill give her breathe through the pain..if i wasnt hooked up left right and centre i wouldve got out of bed and punched her.
One of the nurses came in...ahhhh I remember you...you were the nurse who shoved needles in my belly last year after my mastectomy...OMG do you still hate me...nah mate..just dont do it in my belly right now or you will go flying you can have my arm instead. So that was that..a needle in my arm...and one in my leg cos i was still vomming my guts..which when your bits are stapled and you can hardly move is a bit of an achievement!
I got my catheter removed at stupid oclock in the morning and was asking all the relevent questions like...how the hell does it stay in..and got graphic details..so now i know how that works lol. Then the nurse helped me out of bed and i had my first slow hobble to the loo which was nice..and didnt hurt. So at wake up time..i had brekkie...and then promptly doubled up in agony with trapped wind. Not just in my telly, all round my ribs, shoulders, chest and felt like my collar bon was going to be ripped out, so they whacked me back on oxygen as i couldnt breathe and talked me through the panic and calmed me down. Zoe and kev came and visited later on that day and i had another attack of it...and it wasnt pretty at all. I did a few laps of the ward, the more i move, the more the wind goes and the easier it gets..just doesnt feel like it at the time.
Anyway...couldnt sleep that night as the old bat in the bed next to me had done 4 hours of the rosary and i swear i was going to suffocate her if i heard one more hail mary! So got up to do a lap round the ward nd got chatting with one of the nurses who said..youll be going home tomorrow..and i said oooo do you know something i dont, cos ive not seen the surgeon since friday..and she said its not the docs you have to convince..its us..so that was it..mind made up...get up all smiliey, have a shower, have brekkie..few laps, pack bags and wait lol.
So that was that..jobs done.
Now the dozy bint in the bed opposite me the lovely joy had a laparoscopy done..which i know can hurt..but omg drama queen..theres me thinking FFS ive had stuff removed you aint what the blooming heck you playing at. She went out for a tab..and disappeared for 3 hours...like we were going to tell the nurses she had gone missing! Anyway, a bloke brought her back in a wheelchair and her consultant turned up to give her a telling off....who just happened to be Mr GENDY my boobie doc..he bawled her out, turned round, saw me, came straight over, shut my curtains and demanded to know what id had done. Told him..he disappeared..got my file and came back. He checked out my wound and said it was lovely..i said if thats your definition of lovely id hate to see your worst..he chuckled lots. He also examined my mastectomy area and was as happy as larry with the way id healed. He said i was to stay on the tamoxifen for 2 years and then he would switch me over onto something else for the remaining 3 years. He did say he was not impressed that nobody had consulted him..he wasnt impressed that id had an injection in the wrong arm..and said hed pop in and see me later. I was thoroughly amused...he was joys consultant..he spent 5 minutes with her...and 40 mins with me hahahahahahha
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Topic: well am sooo not doing that again lol
welcome back steph and hope you are feeling 100 % really soon.