Hi all!
I'm back, phew. And it's all over. I felt like such a hypochondriac - the poor sweet anaesthetist's face looked so worried as soon as she heard about the heart condition, and she had to call up someone from the cardiac department and do an ECG and everything first. I kept saying I'm healthy really... but she had to go and get betablockers on standby just in case I reacted badly to the anaesthetic. She looked so terrified! It also didn't help that both the consultant and anaesthetist went 'oh
really? okaaaaaay.... errrrrr.... we'll find something else....' when I told them I have an anaphylactic allergy to amoxycillin (the antibiotic they start pumping into you if things go wrong in the theatre). Anyway, those were the worst bits, as I knew they would be. I don't mind the surgery, it's the fear of having a cardiac seizure on the anaesthetist's table just before that's the real risk, or them killing me with antibiotics afterwards! Anyway, my first words in the recovery room were 'I'm still conscious, you know' (duh!
) followed shortly afterwards by 'OMG, I am STARVING, they wouldn't let me have any breakfast'. So the nurse was lovely, told me I must be ok, and wheeled me straight upstairs to the ward, where the ward nurse promptly went out and bought me a latte (with her own money) because she thought I deserved something better than the 'nasty machine coffee'. How sweet was that? And she brought me some cake too... So basically everyone was lovely, I haven't needed any painkillers yet (touch wood), it all feels much better, and I didn't die from a heart attack or anaphylactic shock which is a relief. And now I get to lie on the sofa all afternoon reading magazines and having my husband (who's taken a day's holiday) waiting on me hand and foot. And my brothers and their wives sent me a huge bouquet of flowers.
All in all, I think I got off pretty lightly - and I am so impressed with the staff at the hospital. All through the five weeks, four scans and today, they have all been so professional, sympathetic and friendly, it's made things so much easier.
Anyway, moving on... as soon as this bleeding stops, we'll have another go - and let's hope that this time we make a better one!
Loola, I cannot believe how much you have already done. Have you considered making your own going-away outfit? and weaving the fabric for it yourself? That should take you a while! Or how about knitting a marquee as a back-up venue? Hand-decorating some white china plates for all the guests? Dinner plate, side plate, starter plate, dessert dish, cheese plate... could fill some evenings. And when you've finished that, you could paint your initials onto every wine glass. I strongly recommend that you don't make dieting your next project. By the time the wedding comes round, you'd weigh less than 2 stone...
kmac, glad you got the car sorted! As for the kids, won't they all get the September lurgy within a couple of weeks? Than half of them will be off school anyway and the other half will have lost their voices. Just as long as you don't get it too... Maybe you should wear one of those cycling anti-pollution masks just in case. Anyway, the baby might as well get used to your shouting - I'm sure that over the years to come, a lot of it will be directed at him/her!
thanks Anna - as above, I'm fine, it wasn't the D&C itself that was the worry, but the risks of the general anaesthetic. I do feel a bit of a fraud!
Hi fothers
right, well, I'm going back to my sofa and magazine (great article in Red mag, all about how mega-families with 4+ kids are the way forward - excellent timing, reading that on the ward before a D&C! I decided not to leave the magazine behind, there were women crying all around me as it was and I thought it could tip someone over the edge...) and am going to see just how long I can milk my husband's sympathy. I reckon it'll have worn off by dinnertime and he'll be expecting me to cook, but hey...