Pampered and loved beyond bounds

I’m in bed now, at 7.30!
Instructions are no hoovering, no making tea, no cooking, no walking dog long distance on my own, no lifting, no shopping, and to rest keeping dog out of way of drain, or vice versa.
Seems weird, but I’ve got everything just so up here, so before I settle down for the night, let’s give you a giggle.

Things have changed since my last surgery. No beds in the day ward, just seats, and set out gowns and sexy red slipper socks on the tables in each curtained cubicle. No need to get undressed until you go down to theatre.
Putting on the bottle green compression socks was a laugh as I couldn’t do it having no grip in my hands, so Hubby and I struggle like some kind of under training Cinders and Charming. The end result was a lot of sock under my foot as we tried to keep the top from rolling up over my knee. Add the red slipper socks and I looked like an elf in drag.
I had to walk down to the isotope room for my radioactive injection. At least I didn’t have to be wired this time. Still, the idea was that the dye would point the direction to the lymph nodes network during surgery. Apparently they’ve taken 4 maybe five and sent them off to the lab with Dick. I had a lot of people in fits of laughter over how I gave him his name.
I walked into surgery at 12.10, and the operating table bed was waiting for me.
The anesthetist was a bloke who had the bedside manner of a turnip, and didn’t listen when I told him about my veins. When he put the cannula in it bloody hurt and the room started to swim so I didn’t have much of a say in things other than I wanted cheesecake and how much I loved Hubby and Maggie.

I was on the ward by around 4 and Hubby was there in five minutes of my arrival having been camped out in reception. It was good to see him.
I slept on and off for the duration of his visit (how rude) and he left just before 6 as MSM had had the dog for us. However, he’d noticed my left hand was badly swollen and drew the nurse’s attention to it. The drip was immediately removed (it was almost empty anyway) as was the cannula because the Turnip had put it in wrong causing my hand to swell and they had to cut off my wrist band. I played air piano for about half a hour to get my fingers working and all is well tonight, though the vein area is still a little puffy with no vein in sight.

The lady opposite me on the ward had gone into theatre before me and had a lot more tubes and drains than I had. It looked like she would be staying in an extra night. The old dear by the window was waiting for the results of her two day tests and chatty to everyone (worse than me). She snored most of the night and the other older lady opposite her was waiting to see if she’d have surgery today, but had had a cold and was coughing a lot (great). She was a heavy smoker and they cancelled her surgery today so she has to wait again.

The young girl next to me had her gall bladder removed and was in a lot of pain, asking for pain relief all night and phoned her family at 3 am. I thought it was nearly time to get up until she said it was 3.43 and carried on talking. I was annoyed at the time until I found out what was wrong with her, then didn’t blame her. She rang her partner again at 6 to tell him how to prepare the formula for their 7 month old daughter.

Blood pressures were taken every couple of hours, and they also tested my sugar around 9pm which had rocketed to 12.8! This was down to the chocolate bourbon biscuits and cup of tea I had as that was all that was going at the time, and also the anesthetic. It had dropped to 7.2 this morning so I’m not worried.

Now the bit you’ve all been waiting for………… the bed pan saga. Guys you don’t have to read this bit if you’re easily embarrassed.
Yours truly has never used a bed pan, and anyone who’s been in hospital knows that your dignity goes out of the window on a broomstick.
Hubby had gone home and I hadn’t had a wee since 12.05, so as I wasn’t allowed out of bed (shucks), I had to ask for a pan. They are not like the metal ones you see in the Carry On movies but more of a shovel with a thick cardboard insert. The nurse was lovely, except I couldn’t go. Oh yeah, the urge was there, but nothing was forthcoming, so it had to be taken away and I tried again an hour or so later.
Eventually relief was mine but I couldn’t stop and they had to rush off for reinforcements as my impression of Niagara Falls continued to flow. I had the biggest Tena Lady napkin (2 feet square) under me all night, though I didn’t actually hit the bed so good was the team at catching me. If you’re interested, I let (d)rip over 2 pints in one sitting. This time not for me blue or even green wee, but a rather fetching aquamarine, which clashed wonderfully with my bottle green socks. The red slipper feet had long since disappeared.

I had another pan before settling down for the night and couldn’t go, but used an old trick of pushing on my stomach which eventually made everything co-ordinate. I had to call for a nurse in the night but she said I could have a commode, another new one on me, but better than trying to balance on a pan in the dark!
This morning I walked to the bathroom for a wee and a wash under my own steam and felt more human after cleaning my teeth and getting the black marks off my chest marking the side and op description I’d had.
The drain is a pain by getting in the way and I get twinges periodically if I move too fast. Once we’ve had a couple of days of less than 50ml leakage in a 24 hour period, we can go to the breast clinic and have it removed. I’m taking paracetamol which is perfectly adequate for pain relief for me, and all being well the dressing can come off next week. I hope so.
The site is clean and obviously flat, but I feel no different. My nurse friend across the road was right and there is no pain there at all, just uncomfortable where the drain goes in under my arm.
My bestie from SW days here is coming to visit tomorrow. I’d hoped to meet her at the coffee shop but I honestly don’t feel up to it, especially as the drain is bigger than I anticipated even though I was provided with a bag in which to transport it. I was told I could buy a Gucci one if I preferred, but pointed out that my days of designer stuff never started let alone were over.
I do have a rather nice heart shaped pillow from the hospital though which is great as the top indentation neatly protects the tubing and I can rest my arm on the bottom part.
Now it’s up to me to get the balance right for the healing process and not to push things because of impatience. Once the dressing is off, we should know when i can see my consultant for the results and I can drive. Hubby is adamant I won’t be taking a turn at the wheel on the return journey home, so that’s going to take longer than usual.
Much as we are grateful to MSM for her generosity in letting us stay here for the duration, we want to be home asap. Running around after Dick has taken up two months of our year and now we just want to get on with life.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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56 Responses to Pampered and loved beyond bounds

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    Don’t be impatient or try to do too much too soon, including going home. I understand that Dick has consumed most of your time lately, but a few more days won’t matter. Give yourself a chance to heal. And your hubby is absolutely right about your driving. Your bedpan escapades are hysterical, but did you not have a catheter? It’s so good that they only kept you one night. It’s impossible to sleep in the hospital.

    • No catheter thank goodness, and if I’d lived local, chances are I would have been out the same day as last time. Surprisingly though I did sleep pretty well, even if it was just a couple of hours at a time..
      I listen to my body and know it well enough when something isn’t right. We know signs to look for around the wound and drain entry, also the colour or excess quantity than expected. I’m not going to rush it as it will only makes things worse and impose on MSM too much. Saying that though, I have no intention of sitting back feeling sorry for myself. I’ve done my first batch of exercises and every day will improve.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        It’s great that you were able to sleep. Sleep really helps our bodies heal. I had out-patient surgery back in 2000 and they sent me home with a drain. That was more uncomfortable than the incision and I couldn’t wait for it to be removed. Mine actually overflowed. What a mess!!

        Excellent that you’ve been able to start your exercises. That’s impressive. As for the rest, enjoy being pampered for a while.

      • Exercises are to be done three time a day for five repetitions, so nothing too strenuous, The drain is a pain though, 80ml this morning so higher than what they want before removal. I’m being well looked after. It’s nice, but I feel lazy. Guess I’ll have to get used to that for a few days/week or so.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        Enjoy being pampered for a little while. Rest and sleep is important and good for you right now. In fact the more you sleep the better and the quicker you’ll get back to yourself. These early days set the stage for your body’s ability to recover. The drain is the worst, I know. They are very uncomfortable. Hope yours can come out soon.

      • Thanks Fransi. I’m taking things easy. Only up an hour and a half and I’m knackered!

      • fransiweinstein says:

        Have a nap, it’s the best thing you can do for yourself.

      • I’m all for that!

      • fransiweinstein says:

        Good. I’m sure Maggie would love to have a nap with you.

      • She slept against my knees last night at the bottom of the bed. We have to be careful she doesn’t snuggle up too far, but at the moment it’s working out OK

      • fransiweinstein says:

        I think animals have very keen instincts. They always seem to know when we are not feeling well and if something hurts and they have to avoid it. Obviously you have to make sure she doesn’t get too close but I’ll bet she figures it out on her own.

      • So far she’s been curious but not in my face.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        That’s good.

  2. Liz says:

    Glad everything is ok and that paracetamol is only what you nedd and nothing more. So it sounds you are comfortable, except for the drain.
    I remember being offered the cardboard pan when I had knee surgery many years ago. When I seen what it looked like and regardless of my knee pain, I said at least let me have a commode, otherwise I want the toilet. I was allowed the toilet, providing I be pushed in a wheelchair to it and no weightbearing on it when I transfer myself to the loo and then back to the wheelchair. Once done, I was to alert them with pull cord you have in there, so they could take me back to the bed.
    I was much happier having that option.

  3. You are too funny! Your sense of humor will help to get through this!! Bed pans…. eek. Had to use one in hospital when 6 years old. It was COLD (metal). Tonsillectomy was the occasion. May you continue to heal.

  4. One thing is for certain, Di. You have maintained the funniest sense of humor during this whole thing. I knew in my heart you’d be alright because you have a sensational attitude this whole time.
    I do hope hubby took pics of your socks though? LOL! 😜

  5. Sounds like you are doing very well! Hugs to you all!

    • Hi Kate! Glad to be out of hospital. Had a good night though, now up and supping te with instructions NOT to move until Hubby’s back from walking the dog, then he’ll get my breakfast. I feel so lazy, but will oblige for a day or so, or however long I need to. I’m not daft. ❤ ❤ ❤
      How's Mollie?

      • Mollie’s ok. She stopped eating wet food again but eats kibble so I’m trying not to over react. We did a lot of testing that came up with nothing. I can tell your spirits are good and isn’t that all that counts? Hubby will keep you in line if you overdo. He needs you around for a long time yet.

      • Good to hear about Mollie’s test results.
        I’ve feeling good, though grow tired quicker so taking it easy and napping in the chair.
        It was good to see my friend this morning. She’s doing OK in her new job, or at least it was two years ago!
        Being packed off the bed early (7 ish). Maggie’s curious about the bag but not making a pest of herself. Hubby is worried and fussing over me
        but I’m going to be OK. Will be glad to see the drain go, but not for a few days yet, more’s the pity.

      • For a different surgery several years ago, I had a drain. It avoided swelling and bruising so it’s worth it. I wasn’t troubled by it except for the concept of this thing coming out of my body!

      • It gets in the way, but I’m getting used to putting the bag over my shoulder which gives me a little more flexibility. Shouldn’t be for long though

      • Can’t remember exactly but it was maybe 4 days.

      • Just spoken to the clinic and the dressing definitely comes off on Monday and the drain too unless it drops by Friday in which case they’ll take it out Friday afternoon.

      • Yay! I always like end dates!

      • It’s not very far away is it!

  6. I really hope you get the life you both deserve. x

  7. Avia Tinder says:

    Yes, DO be Patient with yourself, dear heart–my prayers continue for your quick recovery ❤

  8. Sadje says:

    So glad that it went as planned. And that you’re pain free. Take time to heal. Home will be waiting for you right where you left it. ❤️❤️❤️

  9. Anonymous says:

    Thinks of you. xx

  10. Carol Anne says:

    Those pans are bloody awful! I hated using them. I hope you heal up quickly and feel much better soon! Rest up for as long as you need to!

  11. jenanita01 says:

    They should make you the poster girl for this surgery, so inspiring! I was starting to feel anxious about my upcoming annual squeeze, but you have made me feel so much more confident…

  12. joylennick says:

    So sorry to hear your news, but can feel like a kindred spirit when it comes to bed pans, etc.,. Over 20 years, I’ve had around five mini strokes and been hospitalised several times. Each time, I was given ‘something’ which triggers excess pee flow and was expected to schlep to the toilet with
    a trailing drip and holder and it was a LONG walk…(didn’t always make it…) You have a great sense of humour which, I’m sure, will heal you quicker. Wishing you a speedy and complete recovery. Hugs xx

    • Hi Joy! All over now and just getting back on track. Got a lot of support all round me so just want to get fully back on my feet. Will be glad when this damn drain is out though.

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