Hello stars,
Well well, it's been seven days since I last left the house and I think I’m going insane! From going to the gym at 6am everyday, then going to work followed by busy weekend hikes to staying in bed almost all day for the next 2 weeks :/
On Monday 19th of February, I had to have a minor unexpected surgery. 9 days prior to this: on Saturday 11th of February , I started getting pain in my stomach. I had been working out a lot so I thought it’s probably aches from the sit ups. On Thursday I had to book an appointment at the GP because the pain was increasing and I was struggling to sit down for long durations. As per usual the Doctor didn’t say much. She said I may have torn skin internally and that I just needed to take painkillers. On Sunday the pain got unbearable and I was in tears. I had to go to A&E.
After waiting 4 hours, I was seen by a Doctor and he immediately told me that I needed to be admitted into hospital to have surgery done as I had two abscesses formed and it had inflamed quite a lot. It took another 3 hours to get me a bed in the ward. While this was happening, my pain was only getting worse. I was meant to have the surgery on the same day but because I had some crisps earlier, they delayed the operation to the next day.
When I got to my ward, I was welcomed first by a lady in bed 4 shouting at me: “Hey new girl get out my house.” Another lady in bed 5 Shay said “Don’t worry, she say’s this to every new patient as she thinks she’s at home.” Bless her, her name was Sandra and she suffered from dementia. Later on that day another lady was screaming walking down the ward. She came into our bay and started chucking water cups until two security men came to escort her away. I started to panic and dreaded the fact of staying at the hospital for the night. As a child, I used to wonder what it was like to stay in hospital. Now, after 26 years I know. Its not a good feeling and the food... Urm lets just say I had a few spoons to keep me going. I was craving Nandos throughout my stay for some reason.
So I was told that i’m going to be put under a general anaesthetic. I was quite nervous and at the time I could only think of one thing: the movie ‘Awake.’ The night dragged for me. The nurse came every hour to check my blood pressure. Just when I was comfortable and getting into deep sleep, the nurse would be back. I couldn’t wait until sunrise because that meant I was getting closer to my operation. Around 4am I told the nurse I was in more pain and he offered me morphine. My pain decreased and I was going back to sleep. I felt at ease and before you know it I’m awakened again but this time it was Sandra calling for her son. It was 7am “Thank God” Those 3 hours were a good amount of sleep for me but suddenly I realised I was in pain again. At 8am, I met my surgeon, he was really nice and explained what was going to happen during the surgery. I also had to sign my life away and accept that if anything else unexpected was found during the operation, they would carry out a procedure. I was feeling restless and I wanted my mum again. She was with me pretty much the entire time yesterday. Bless her, she lost her voice stressing about me too. Nobody like mother.
8:30am I was taken down to the theatre. The movie ‘Awake’ was in my head again. My God, it was like Greys Anatomy. 7 doctors around my bed “what were they going to do to me?” The anesthetiser explained what was going to happen. They put an oxygen mask over my mouth and asked me if I was okay. They told me to count and I think at the count of 3, I was knock out.
I awoke with a nurse nudging my shoulder. I could sleep all day. I felt so croggy and just at that thought I realised my operation was over. All of a sudden the pain was gone too. But all I could think about was sleep. When I got to the ward, all the other ladies in the bay were just sat talking. I had some lunch and then knocked out. I woke up around 14:15 and my mum and sister were sat beside my bed. The rest of the afternoon went okay, I spoke to Shay who had been there for a while. She was telling me all about her experiences while Sandra was making us laugh. The other two women were discharged and by the evening two other patients were admitted. I was discharged from hospital at 11pm on Tuesday. I have never wanted to escape from anywhere so quickly. I just wanted my bed, the smell of my duvet covers and to be within my own comfort zone. I also wanted to shower desperately but I was told not to for 48 hours!
Anyway after all that i’m okay now. Recovering slowly, but I really miss work and my friends. Speaking of friends... since I’ve come home, i’ve been getting spoilt with; Chocolates, ice-cream, pizzas, and just junk food in general. I haven’t been to the gym in nearly 2 weeks now! I know I know, I’ve just had an operation but I’m really not used to just sitting.