ailbhe | It's all over (Reply)

We got a taxi to the hospital at 7 o'clock this morning. I read the bumf from the hospital in the taxi and realised that we'd packed pyjamas and not a dressing gown, because we'd packed what I needed last time and not this time. We turned back, fetched the dressing gown, and headed in to hospital. By the time we were queueing up at reception I was shaking and sick. We had a lovely nurse who kept telling me not to worry, I'd be fine.

This morning I woke up and Linnea didn't, so I had a lovely, heart-building snuggle with her before I had to feed her and hand her over to her Farmor. She had the most appallingly snotty nose; we gave her Medised to help with the mucus and hopefully get her back to sleep, since she only got about 6 hours last night.

The hospital was fine. I asked - or Rob asked for me - for a sedative, but the anaesthetist said it would take too long to take effect. Instead, they saw me first, to get it over with, so that I was back on the ward before the oral sedative would have taken effect. I walked down to the anaesthetic room and lay on the trolley; I was doing ok until they started putting monitors on my fingers, when I started to cry uncontrollably. The nurse was very nice; she had a 6-month-old baby and this was her first day back at work. The anaesthetist was very nice; he kept asking me about Linnea, presumably to give him a guide as to when I went all foozy woozy Sssshhhhrimnotdddddrrrunkmnot. I kept crying for a long time though.

Recovery was much nicer this time. There was someone there when I woke up, and it was a proper room, not a corridor, and there was no major crisis happening in the bed opposite (which is why there was no-one with me last time). Once I got back to the ward they let me stand up to prove I could (personal phobia no. 2345b, subsection ii), then I went to sleep for 45 minutes, then I had tea and toast. After four slices of toast and jam I was able to get up and dressed. We were home by about noon; I went more or less straight to bed. I fed Linnea shortly before one o'clock, then she slept for two and a half hours and I slept for um, longer.

The pain from the canula is far greater than the pain from the examination, which is a relief. I have not been told what, if anything, they found - I know they found some scar tissue, but duh, we knew there was acres of scar tissue there. I do think I need to see the gynaecologist and I will be chasing my GP about it soon. Or maybe the health visitor. Or maybe the gynaecologist himself. How do I know who to chase?

Anyway, this time wasn't as bad as last time. I slept last night. In December, I stayed up the entire night before my op, shaking and talking on IRC. I didn't leave Linnea a particular farewell note, unlike last time - though that could have been because of the incident last night.

My father-in-law arrived home about 2:30 am, by the way, with the injured vehicle. The damage is to the rear door on the driver's side, and the panel by the driver's door, and possibly the driver's door. The rear door won't close at all - they had to tape it almost shut, with a gap of only about 6 inches, in order to get home last night.

Linnea and my mother-in-law got on fine, though Linnea refused to go to sleep. There were a few communication difficulties, but nothing major. Linnea at one point climbed into her buggy, and then out again and demanded to be allowed out the front door, but refused to have her shoes put on. The best guess is that she wanted to go and find me and Rob.