Hi all,
Rather than hijack jb89's thread, I thought I'd start my own. I know you've read it all before, but I'm bored
I had my surgery today (22/4/15) with Mr Levick. I arrived at the hospital just after 10am and was shown to my room. The porter gave me a quick tour of the controls for the bed and TV, then it was a non-stop parade of nurses to fill in forms, weigh me, take my height and measure my ankles for the compression socks. I was given some sterilising swabs to rub all over my chest before changing into the gown, sexy paper pants and surgical socks. The socks were a bit of a struggle to get on!
Mr Levick came in to see me at around 12pm and was his usual cheery self. He told me that there were 3 of us in today. I know jb89 was just after me, but I don't know if the 3rd guy is a fellow forum member. Hopefully it went well if you are
I walked down to the anaesthetist room soon after, where I posed for some final page 3 style shots and got marked up before laying down.
The anaesthetist came in just after with a nurse. He was a friendly German guy named Stefan. They put the cannula into the back of my left hand and asked me what my favourite beer was. I then felt a slight chill in my arm as the anaesthetic went in and he told me he was pouring a pint of my favourite ale into my arm. They both continued to talk to me about the booze kicking in and before I knew it, I was awake in the recovery room! It was very surreal. I went in at around 12:30pm and was wide awake by 2:30pm.
Whilst in the recovery room, the nurse asked if I had any pain. My chest had a mild burning sensation. It wasn't really painful, but it was strange. They put some sort of liquid painkiller in my mouth and a drink and it soon went away. Thankfully I didn't have a sore throat like some people seem to experience.
I was wide awake, so I was moved back to my room shortly after taking the painkiller. Once back in the room, I was hooked up to he cooling machine and settled down to watch an afternoon of snooker with a pot of tea
My biggest concern was not being able to pee after the GA as I really didn't fancy a catheter! No problems though, the pots of tea sorted that out. I was hooked up to the cooling machine, so rather than unplug it all to go to the bathroom, I was given a bed pan.
At about 4pm I asked for my lunch. I hadn't eaten since 6pm the previous day, so was starving. You've never seen an egg salad sandwich disappear so quickly!
Mr Levick came in to see me shortly after and told me it was a great success. He said he got 204 grams of gland out of me! Neither him or I thought it would be that high and I can't wait to see my "burger shots" tomorrow morning.
I had dinner at about 6pm. I didn't think that I'd be that hungry since I'd not long had lunch, but I ate the lot! Smoked haddock fish cake for starter, chicken breast, spinnach and mashed potato for main and some vanilla ice cream for pudding.
Went to the toilet again, but this time I got disconnected from the cooling machine to use the proper bathroom. I took the opportunity to get out of the sexy paper pants, put some shorts on and set my laptop up. I also had a little peek under the binder and I'm really happy with what I can see so far. I keep giggling to myself and wondering why I didn't do this sooner.
The only slight discomfort I'm having is under my right arm pit. I'm pretty sure it's just the binder rubbing or the tape on the dressing pulling on hair. Nothing worth complaining about though.
That's pretty much where I am now. I've stocked my laptop with films, so I'll probably be watching them after the football
I'll get some photos up once I'm home and have my burger shot.
I'd just like to say thank you to everyone on this forum. I would have never gone through with it if it wasn't for your shared experiences and advice. Now for the recovery rollercoaster!