Well, I've just got home from Birmingham after my gyne correction with Levick. Should have been home yesterday, but of course it didn't go as smoothly as I would have hoped.......
WEDNESDAY 9.00
Set off to the Priory nice and early, just in case there was an accident on the A38. Got there an hour early. Sat in the reception area for an hour waiting for my room. A very jovial porter showed me to my room at around midday, where I sat for a further 3 hours. I think this is maybe a common thing with the 12 o'clock booking. Saw lots of nurses, along with Levick, the anaesthetist and associates. I was then ushered through to surgery. I remember having a chat to them about what I did for a living etc, before the lights went out.
SOMETIME IN THE AFTERNOON
I remember waking up gabbering some b*llocks to the recovery staff, before realising that I was actually in quite a bit of pain. The nurses filled me with painkillers, which slowly took the edge off the discomfort, but in turn added to the surrealness. Levick came through to see me in recovery, along with the anaesthetist. I wasn't really 'with it' at this point, but I could tell that he was unsure over whether it had been a complete sucess. Levick and the anaesthetist had a chat around the corner, which I could sort of make out, and I decided for myself that somehow, it wasn't quite over. I had alot of swelling and haematoma (sp.) on my left side, and it was this that seemed to be causing most of the pain. Levick told me he would see me in the morning and take things from there.
WEDNESDAY 18.00
So I was rolled back to my room on the bed, where I spent the night in quite a bit of disorientation, mostly due to the opium-based painkillers I was necking. Those things are nasty. Somehow I managed to sleep, although I didn't eat, p*ss or sh*t at all.
THURSDAY MORNING
Woken by a nurse taking my blood pressure, pulse etc, as well as giving me another round of those green and yellow pills. Levick came in, told me that as I had a fair amount of swelling, they would take me in again 'for a quick flush'. Which they did. Woke up again in recovery, fresh bandage, seeing the same nurses, with an overwhelming sense of deja vu. Was I tripping again? Was I really here? Damn those narcotics.
THURSDAY NIGHT
Spent the whole of Thursday afternoon and night being walloped round the head by the effects of the painkillers. Couldn't really hold my focus, and I was quite shaky the whole time. I did get the odd euphoric feeling that the opioids were producing, but for the vast majority of time I was detatched from reality and just generally high. There were a few hallucinations aswell; probably as much down to the fact that I had not eaten in such a long time. The main thing that really got to me was that I couldn't p*ss. At one point I stood over the loo for about 40 minutes. My bladder was full, but I just couldn't get it out. Horrible! Now at this point I felt like I was living out some scene from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. Distant hums, strip lighting, vomiting, head spinning, hallucinating, shaking, pupils like bullets. And to top it off I had this massive black bruise lurking underneath the constricting bandage. It was all quite a bit to cope with. I'm sure had I turned down the regular ingestions of opiates I would have felt quite a bit better. Mentally, anyway.
FRIDAY MORNING
Levick came to see me in the morning along with nurses etc, declaring the success. Nurse removed the drains, dad turned up, off we went.
My account so far is fragmented and odd due to the fact that I'm food-deprived, sleep-deprived and still under the influence of the pills.
I'll be back later, to hopefully say something that makes more sense.
Cheers.