I entered the hospital doors knowing all is in hand with S driving the car back and my friends being on call, husband looking after my dearests my boys...and mum by my side. Really I am a blessed girl!
I checked in and waited to be admitted. Once taken on the ward...the anaesthetist came and spoke to me. Then I changed into the great hospital robe ....as one does. My consultant came and took the necessary measurements and all (this was highly weird and uncomfortable moments but glad I had such a brilliant professional man doing it). So I was asked to get ready and go to theatre. I checked into hospital at 7:30ish and this was already 9ish am. A nurse kindly walked me to the theatre where I phoned my friend S to come and get my mum, said bye to mum and entered the white room....
My nurse said goodbye and left me in the capable hands of the theatre nurse and anaesthetist and within 20 minutes they had inserted my cannula?! and rest is history....5 hours later......I awoke in recovery ...hearing two nurses talk about their application for another job. I managed to give them some good clues...they smiled and asked me to put my oxygen mask on then came next to me and I dictated something like this "given the opportunity I will be showing understanding and skills in empathy both primary and secondary as well as use my initiative to complement the existing team with all my skills in the nursing area which I have acquired over the years. I am a very good team player but able to work on my own and apply myself in all areas of nursing. I am willing to learn and always keen to see new and fresh ways of effectiveness. I have passion for my work and I enjoy all aspects of it" - where the hell have I came up with all this from I have no idea ....the morphine administration every 5 minutes must have really done it for me....all I know is 3 hours later leaving the Recovery Ward the nurse has held my hand and said THANK YOU and showed me a filled in application,....!
Once on the ward I slept loads....then Jonathan and my mum arrived and I was so eager to tell them all about my exciting day except I started vomiting violently....which made me sleep for ages after. All together the visit consisted of me sitting up to vomit, then sleep...then try and sip some water and get some morphine and sleep again ....and so on! Poor mum and Jonathan were terrified but managed to take the picture above. I was so surprised as was expecting bandages and all....instead just nice clear clean plasters. The night went very fast....I must have been asleep a lot and eventually I realised the morphine was making me ill so I declined it....
There was hardly any pain in my chest.....no real pain except discomfort mainly due to the 4 drains inserted and sawn onto me. The night nurses were checking my blood preassure every 1 hour and my vitals. I was able to stand up and go to toilet but they would not let me so had to use bad pan which I hated. I did all my essentials alone. they praised me for it but I was also told of for wanting to fly straight after a 5 hours op....and was asked to stay still.
My consultant visited at 6pm the same day and he was happy. I told him I was so pleased no major pain and he said my friend whom he also operated on said the same...:) He and I had a joke or two then he squeezed my leg and said well done. I told him he deserves a kiss as he really was so gentle with me. He is such a lovely man.
Although woken every hour and although being aware of a lot of the noises and grumblings of the oldies in my ward I was able to sleep and rest. I had a good nite and able to get rid of my sickness with sickness medication which the nurses given me. I have nothing but praise for the nurses they were amazing...and I am appalled at what they have to put up with.....some people are well rude and complete monsters.
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