After wards
Jan. 17th, 2013 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheSo yesterday morning I took my pills, had a shower, got dressed, got into a taxi, went to the hospital, found my way to the very poorly signposted Adult Day Surgery Unit mainly because people going to work noticed I looked lost and helped me, and took off almost all my clothes and got into a hospital gown. A lot of the hospital gowns are missing tapes at the back, it turns out. Luckily I had a dressing gown.
The whole thing was fine, except that THREE people asked me "Is there a chance you might be pregnant?" - No - "Do you want a pregnancy test?" - No. Then when it was time for my op the porter checked I'd been to the loo, and wheeled me down. And THEN, one of the people who had spoken to me BEFORE I went to the loo, the actual SURGEON, said they wouldn't do the op unless I had a pregnancy test.
So they wheeled me from the pre-theatre anaesthetic room into recovery, which was just BRILLIANT for my PTSD, and of course there are absolutely no toilets in recovery, so they got a bedpan, but weirdly people who've been nil by mouth for six hours and made sure to pee before going to theatre don't have full bladders. It turns out.
It didn't matter what I said about my own body, cycle, sexual life, etc... He wouldn't take my word for it AND HE COULD HAVE CHECKED EARLIER.
Eventually the senior consultant came in and talked to me and HE seemed to believe me but he said they'd have to do a test anyway, for Legal Reasons (which sounds like Because Reasons to me) and so I had to have a
FUCKING CATHETER.
The most pain I was in all yesterday was from the catheter. I hate catheters. They are incredibly bad for my continence and I hate hate hate them.
Now I'm feeling just as ill as I was on Tuesday before the hospital, but I can't tell if it's because of the period I was having anyway or because of the op.
The whole thing was fine, except that THREE people asked me "Is there a chance you might be pregnant?" - No - "Do you want a pregnancy test?" - No. Then when it was time for my op the porter checked I'd been to the loo, and wheeled me down. And THEN, one of the people who had spoken to me BEFORE I went to the loo, the actual SURGEON, said they wouldn't do the op unless I had a pregnancy test.
So they wheeled me from the pre-theatre anaesthetic room into recovery, which was just BRILLIANT for my PTSD, and of course there are absolutely no toilets in recovery, so they got a bedpan, but weirdly people who've been nil by mouth for six hours and made sure to pee before going to theatre don't have full bladders. It turns out.
It didn't matter what I said about my own body, cycle, sexual life, etc... He wouldn't take my word for it AND HE COULD HAVE CHECKED EARLIER.
Eventually the senior consultant came in and talked to me and HE seemed to believe me but he said they'd have to do a test anyway, for Legal Reasons (which sounds like Because Reasons to me) and so I had to have a
FUCKING CATHETER.
The most pain I was in all yesterday was from the catheter. I hate catheters. They are incredibly bad for my continence and I hate hate hate them.
Now I'm feeling just as ill as I was on Tuesday before the hospital, but I can't tell if it's because of the period I was having anyway or because of the op.
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Date: 2013-01-17 01:42 pm (UTC)And yes, hoping that this will have a good result in the end!
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Date: 2013-01-17 01:49 pm (UTC)