Back in the land of the living, almost.
5:02 pmI had my gallbladder surgery 6 days ago, it went well, although not completely to plan and I had to spend two nights in hospital instead of coming home straight after the op. Thankfully the ward I was on was expertly run by some very lovely overworked, but steadfastly cheerful nurses, and my ward companions were friendly, supportive and entertaining, which made my stay much more comfortable than it might have been.
If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have been treated to photo updates throughout my stay...I'm generous like that! I've made a little collage of the photos for here too. My Mum gave me a telling off for the "just coming round" photo...oops!
I will spare you the scar photos, and sadly the photos the consultant surgeon took for me. I had asked if I could have my gall stones, he explained that was not a possibility, but he offered to take photos for me. He brought them to me later that day, and seemed rather bemused by my interest in them. Up until that point, he'd been a bit aloof, but he brightened up considerably when I showed interest in the photos and asked lots of questions. Unfortunately the nurse who had been looking after me all day overheard my excited questions and informed the consultant that it was against hospital protocol to give me photos, and I could only keep them if the consultant wrote in the notes that I could have them. They then both dissapeared taking my notes and the photos and after a discussion, came back to tell me that if I wanted the photos I have to apply through the proper channels and pay for them! I guess I at least got to see them, but yeah I'm still pretty miffed about this.
I have spent the last three days since coming home mostly wearing pyjamas and gently pottering, or lying on the sofa watching Mad Men. Today I decided to get dressed and see if I could make it to the shed to stitch up the Maya Dress by Marilla Walker, I'd cut out before I went into hospital. I managed an hour before I felt too achey to continue, but that was enough time to convince me I am on the mend.
I'll post more details later, India has already claimed this dress...no surprises there!
10 comments
So glad to hear you are on the mend. Hope everyone is looking after you while you recuperate ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Knitlass, my family have been very patient while I recover, especially since this post I also managed to catch a stomach virus! Never rains but it pours eh?
DeleteI've missed your blog posts and didn't realise you needed an operation. Glad to hear that it went well and that you are on the road to recovery. Take care. Liz x
ReplyDeleteThank you for missing me. :)
DeleteI'm glad you're healing up! I like that you asked for the stones. My son had a bone growth removed and asked if he could take it home as a pet but thankfully the doctor said no (it had to be tested for cancer).
ReplyDeleteBeautiful stitching on the dress!
Stay well and get plenty of rest!
Bobbi, thanks for the comment, I hope your little boy was ok?
DeleteSo glad to read your blog, I was beginning to worry ... Hope all was successful and you mend really quickly. I couldn't believe the photo incident! Didnt realise the NHS needed money that badly! I've got some fab fabric to make my skirt so look forward to getting the pattern. Take care. Xx
ReplyDeleteOh Mags, I haven't forgotten you, Poor old Maude has been put on hold yet again! I will be in touch. x
DeleteGlad to hear you are recovering from your surgery. I got my stones in a little jar when I had mine out! Life is a lot better without a gallbladder I can tell. Gallstones is the most painful thing ever! Hope you are feeling back on form soon x
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're recovering. Just keep taking it easy and don't try to do too much. I know I felt so much better so quickly but I had to keep reminding myself I was still healing for a few weeks so I needed to slow down.
ReplyDeleteI'm must have got very lucky with my surgeon. I have my gallstones in a pot on the bookshelves. They look like dried peas of various sizes. I told them they were for my kids to see. I expected to be told no too so I was quite surprised when they gave them to me. But they are mine after all! I'd have been miffed if I didn't get them too.
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