After all the hassle of the last 13 months, ending with a long wait for partly avoidable reasons on Friday morning I went into theatre at ca 1400 Friday and emerged very groggy but adenoma-less on Friday evening.
I am typing this from my recovery bed in LGI, having spent a wakeful night in a High Dependency Bed because of my moderate sleep apnoea. As always, every single member of staff has been wonderful and although I do have a few constructive comments to offer this is not the post for that. This post is a celebration of the successes of our NHS. I expect to spend Saturday and Sunday in hospital and then, subject to blood tests being OK, go home on Monday when I will have at east 2 weeks ‘doing nothing’ – I gather the word is convalescence.
The effects of a 3 hour anaesthetic wore off overnight and I’m now feeling MUCH better than I had feared I might. The only pain is a flashing headache if I am daft enough to cough; my head does not feel congested (yet, as Suzanne keeps reminding me); my fluids are in balance (so no diabetes insipidus); bloods have so far been fine and so it’s fingers crossed for a Monday release.
I have just been transferred from the HDU bed to a normal ward – shame really as I had a side-room in HDU and share this ward with three other men, none of whom look anything like as healthy as I feel. Thankfully I have a window over Leeds from the 5th(?) floor and it’s bright with summer clouds. IMMEDIATE UPDATE – as I am typing I get moved to a private room. Not as nice a view – unless the sight of the helicopter landing pad turns you on, but quieter.
So what does the future hold? Visit from the Endocrinologist (Monday?) who will apparently prescribe hydrocortisone and something to prevent the Hydrocortisone messing up my stomach, then discharge and a list of other appointments – more bloods, Goldman Test for eyesight, MRI to see how much of the blancmange walnut was left behind…
So pleased that at least the surgery, which was the bit I was most concerned about, is over. So pleased also to see Suzanne (my wife if you don’t already know her) waiting as I came round from surgery and most of today to help keep me sane lying/sitting in this bed. She saved me from myself in week1 and possibly on occasions since and I just know that it has affected her more than she shows. Thank you Suzanne, I love you.