Why are hospitals normally painted a light green? I believe its to reduce stress as its a neutral but friendly colour if you can have such and yes Mr Blogger owner, colour is spelt with a "u"!
The Spire Hospital near Solihull, also spelt with a "u" was quite green; from the walkways, to the room and no doubt to the operating theatre (Oh come on Mr Blogger owner, its "re" and not "er"...goes off to find the Turn this into proper English button) but by then I had given up having my eyes open and was awaiting my fate with some trepidation. Looking back I am not really sure why as apart from some minor discomfort around the main wound site, I feel okay 18 hours later.
To outline the day in detail would take many thousands of words and by then, I am sure I would have got bored writing and no doubt you would have found something much, much more interesting to do, like watch BBC Breakfast News or TOWIE.......grrrr. So, here is a condensed version.
After a few minutes wait in reception wondering what other people there were going to have done, I was taken to my private room....before you get too excited by that thought, think Travelodge room. Fully functional and comfortable but nothing else. I can't see I can argue that I needed more than I got: a bed, a couple of chairs, a telly and somewhere to have a wee.
Over the next couple of hours there were quite a few visitors each doing their bit and to an extent, asking the same questions over and over and over again. And paperwork! Blimey, I know I like paperwork doing the job I do, but there seemed to be loads of it! Saw the bloke who was going to knock me out....he thought he would outpace me over 200m if I made a run for it: I asked.....35 years ago he wouldn't have had a chance...that was before the chip years really kicked in, and then Mr Super the surgeon.
Mr Super is a nice, friendly bloke who was impressed by my pre op weight loss and said he had predicted I would do well: "you seem the sort of person to achieve a goal when set. However, there is no way you could have gone on with losing weight at that rate." He is so right! On thing about Mr Super, he is always, always in a rush it seems. Perhaps its the job as no one in the hospital seemed to have time to stop and chat.
Then at 3pm, two and a half hours after I arrived, it was the long walk to the theatre. Again I challenged the gas man to a foot race but this time he had a Dutch assistance who looked fast on her feet, so my chances of running away were further reduced! And then, 40 minutes later, it was all done.
Of all the day, Recovery was what I disliked most as I was so uncomfortable laying down but they refused to let me sit up for at least 20 minutes. Looking back I can see the reasons but it did seem so unfair at the time...stamps feet and whinges..... I did get a drink and blimey over the next few hours did I drink to try and get my fluid levels back up.
Then back to my room for observations and a quick chat with Mr Super who said I had done well on the chopping block: my liver was a lovely size and the band went on with no problems at all. Indeed, he was very pleased with my progress and expected this tool to be a great use in my battle against the lard. He did say I would be fit to go home after 7pm........
Going home after 7pm was always my plan but the nursing staff had other ideas given my pulse refused to drop down under a ton despite sitting around for a couple of hours. After seeing the Senior House Officer or whatever they are called now days, part of the problem was put down to "Green Coat Syndrome" and part due to the fact that I was still dehydrated. So, at 7.45pm I was discharged, a little against their wishes but I think they got fed up with me moaning!
The trip home was uneventful..... I did what you aren't supposed to do and made my own way home.... for me it was easier than having CBH with me for reasons I won't go into, and I arrived home by 10pm, tired but overall okay.
This morning T+1, I am still a little tired: didn't sleep brilliantly due to needing the look a few times due to the liquids taken while trying to get over dehydration needing to come out again, while I do have some discomfort from the wound site, but nothing some painkillers won't, er, kill off. Off out for a walk later and then a day in front of the telly watching the cycling.
One closing word...actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought. However, THE HARD WORK STARTS NOW!
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