Hey, I'm out, I'm free. I have a sore sore arse. But now it doesn't have any nasty, potential abscess forming in grown hairs in it. At the moment my activities include: trying to get comfortable while sitting down. Trying to get comfortable while in bed. Trying to get comfortable while standing up. Failing to ever get comfortable is the best bit. I'm not going to go into too much detail, but there's a chunk of me that isn't there anymore, and at the moment, the hole's being held together by sutures. And every time I move, they move.... ow.
I'm also not able to have a proper shower until they come out (which is due to be on Wednesday). I've got a bit of gauze literally stitched into me until then. Nonetheless I'm still trying to be semi productive. All up it's not that bad, I have to take pain killers to get to bed, and stay off my back.
The experience was strange - being knocked out and stuff. I didn't nod off, or drift away or anything. Once I had the catheter in my hand, I literally was in the theatre. Next thing I new, I was in the recovery area with an oxygen mask over my face. They gave me a general for the op, and a local for the site of the operation, so it didn't hurt much at all. But everything was hassle free. I guess it's gone as well as can be expected.
As for the hospital dramas with alleycat04
, well they were fun. But they were pretty good about it in the hospital, as soon as they realised they can't believe a word alleycat04
said. As she was coming out of it, she told some whopper lies (along the lines of 'I'm fine' and 'I don't have epilepsy' etc etc....) in an attempt to get out of hospitals. Hospitals are probably her least favorite thing on earth. I was telling the nurse that when I finally got down there, she was probably going to hit me for taking so long..... But I couldn't leave untill mum was there.... I got updates on her condition, was told that she was asking for me, at one stage they were going to wheel me to emergency (wheel me? Bugger off I could walk). I was worried, but she was in good hands, and hogging all my attention. I really didn't know what to do when it all started. It was hard for me to get up and fetch someone, but I was just about to do that when a nurse came back into the room. She called for help, and the situation was under control in a flash. They had oxygen masks on her, and heart rate monitors (man her heart was going berserk), doctors asking me about her condition.... they swung into action with a snap of the fingers, and carted her off to emergency. And after that there wasn't anything I could do, but beleive she was in good hands....
So I sat there, drank apple juice on tap, lots of sandwiches and the odd cup of tea. The nurses were great, mum came running as soon as she could, and by the time we got down there, allyecat04
was back with us. She drove me back, and now I just have to rest up. I've got at least 1 week off work, might need another one, we'll have to see how it all goes. In the meantime restricted mobility, bed rest and pain killers (mmmm pain killers). And all will be well. We owe mum at least 1 cake after that too - she shot over to Box Hill from Brunswick when I called her.
Oh we applied for a house
yesterday too, so it's not like I'm being totally unproductive :). Going to move less today though....