I was so grateful to have Gerry, my own private nurse 😉 to hold my hand as I went into in surgery again – without her theatre would be a lonely and scary place.
I was released yesterday late morning on good behaviour, or rather on good healing and good pain management 🙂
The plastic surgeon was happy to let me go, and after having a night of disrupted sleep, I was very happy to be let go!
My word if anyone thinks they go to hospital for rest and recover they will be rather disappointed. I was woken up at 11pm to have my blood pressure, oxygen and temperature taken. I woke up at 12pm and again at 1am to general hospital noise and some twinge-y pain. At 2am I was woken up for my drains to be checked and finally at that point I also just took advantage of being wide awake to ask for pain medication. When I finally managed to get back to sleep I was woken up at 5am for tea and a rusk. Fortunately the quality of the care certainly made up for the lack of sleep!
I was even presented with the cleaned expanders as a souvenir and after feeling how heavy they were I totally understand why I felt as if I had been carrying around rocks on my chest for all these months! More than half the fluid had been removed so they could be taken out during surgery, so realistically they were even heavier – scary stuff!
Been thinking of turning them into paperweights or stress balls for Pete’s desk or maybe I should do one of each – they certainly would make interesting conversation pieces!
Pete arrived at 9am and I was happy to tell him that the worst pain I had experienced so far came from the drip in my hand! I got my last bottle of pain medication via drip at 10am and by the time my plastic surgeon came to check up on me, the nursing sister had already decided to remove the drip (a huge relief – you would think I would be completely immune to these things).
Dr B discharged me with my drains along with strict instructions on how to empty them and then to send her the readings from each this morning. Thankfully Wendy, my other private nurse, came to empty and measure the fluid for me. So this morning when I spoke to Dr B’s receptionist and gave her the volumes she said she very much doubted they would be removed today. I sadly felt the same way, but considering I only have 2 drains to juggle as opposed to 4 last time around, I certainly can cope for another few days…
The good thing is that the little bags I was given last year post mastectomy from the Reach for Recovery organisation, can double up as handy baskets for Easter Egg hunts – Pete hope you are ready!
“It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack
But no one can rate a burden’s weight Until it has been on his back” Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Good humor is a tonic for mind and body. It is the best antidote for anxiety and depression. It is a business asset. It attracts and keeps friends. It lightens human burdens. It is the direct route to serenity and contentment.” Grenville Kleiser