Hi,
Thought I would post about my experiences at Bournemouth - nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be
Had to be at admissions by 0715 but got there early and was in by 0700. Hubby was given a card with the ward numbers on it and told to phone when he liked and visit at 1900 that evening. We said goodbye and I was taken away to be weighed and blood pressure, etc taken. Within 15 minutes the anaesthetist had been to see me (lovely guy) and 10 minutes later one of the surgeons came with the consent form. I was then asked to change into a gown - that was too big for me!! and was measured for those lovely surgical stockings. Once I was changed the lovely nurse helped with the stockings and took my bag away for safe keeping. Within minutes the nurse said it was time to go and we walked about 500 yards to the theatre. I had been told that I would be going straight into the theate and not to worry as it was perfectly normal. The theatre staff were great. My dressing gown and slippers were taken away, I had to lie on the table - putting my bum on a cross marked on the paper!!. The lovely anaesthetist started to hunt for a vein in my left hand and gave up - eventually finding one on the right. I had inflatable leggings put on and a blanket on top. I was then given a clear mask over my nose and mouth and told it was oxygen to begin with. It soon changed to a pleasant tasting (!) gas. I remember being told to take deep breathes and thinking, this will never send me to sleep..............
Next thing I remember is waking up in recovery, being told that everything had gone well, and having a really sore throat. I was soon on my way to the ward, and sipping water and dozing all pm.
The surgeon came to see me - all went well and liver was just right (thanks to this forum I stuck rigidly to the milk diet and this was never a worry).Hubby came at seven and it was good to see him. I got hardly any sleep that night, no real pain, more noise and unfamiliar territory.
Saturady I was still taking oral morphine and anti sickness drugs and felt ok. Got up, had a wash and put my own pjs on. Later that day I watched a dvd on how to inject myself with clexane and got to give it a try - I did it!! Slept much better that night.
Sunday was not such a good day. No morphine and soluble paracetamol is disgusting. I felt tired and sick all day but just lounged around and stuck to water and bovril.
On Monday I saw the Registar who observed my operation and the Surgeon and both agreed that all was well and I could go home. I had to wait for pharmacy to deliver the drugs and then home I went. It was a 60 minute journey and I'm glad I did not have to do that on the Sunday.
I have finished the course of Clexane - no dramas, just a few bruises. I had a weatabix and lots of milk for breakfast, carrot and corriandar soup for lunch and I'm just going to have some hot orange squash and sit down with a dvd.
I have lost 28lbs since I stared the milk diet and have not dumped. I can eat a tub of muller lite slowly but yesterday I added a few spoonfuls of pureed peaches to it and could not finish it.
I stopped taking painkillers 5 days ago and the only pain I have is from the bruises around my scars and it aches a bit beneath the scars too.
I do get windy after eating/drinking, especially soup, but it seems quite happy to make it's own way out!!
Hope this helps those who are worried about their operations and please ask if you have any questions about my experience - happy to help.
love
Moira
x
Thought I would post about my experiences at Bournemouth - nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be
Had to be at admissions by 0715 but got there early and was in by 0700. Hubby was given a card with the ward numbers on it and told to phone when he liked and visit at 1900 that evening. We said goodbye and I was taken away to be weighed and blood pressure, etc taken. Within 15 minutes the anaesthetist had been to see me (lovely guy) and 10 minutes later one of the surgeons came with the consent form. I was then asked to change into a gown - that was too big for me!! and was measured for those lovely surgical stockings. Once I was changed the lovely nurse helped with the stockings and took my bag away for safe keeping. Within minutes the nurse said it was time to go and we walked about 500 yards to the theatre. I had been told that I would be going straight into the theate and not to worry as it was perfectly normal. The theatre staff were great. My dressing gown and slippers were taken away, I had to lie on the table - putting my bum on a cross marked on the paper!!. The lovely anaesthetist started to hunt for a vein in my left hand and gave up - eventually finding one on the right. I had inflatable leggings put on and a blanket on top. I was then given a clear mask over my nose and mouth and told it was oxygen to begin with. It soon changed to a pleasant tasting (!) gas. I remember being told to take deep breathes and thinking, this will never send me to sleep..............
Next thing I remember is waking up in recovery, being told that everything had gone well, and having a really sore throat. I was soon on my way to the ward, and sipping water and dozing all pm.
The surgeon came to see me - all went well and liver was just right (thanks to this forum I stuck rigidly to the milk diet and this was never a worry
).Hubby came at seven and it was good to see him. I got hardly any sleep that night, no real pain, more noise and unfamiliar territory.Saturady I was still taking oral morphine and anti sickness drugs and felt ok. Got up, had a wash and put my own pjs on. Later that day I watched a dvd on how to inject myself with clexane and got to give it a try - I did it!! Slept much better that night.
Sunday was not such a good day. No morphine and soluble paracetamol is disgusting. I felt tired and sick all day but just lounged around and stuck to water and bovril.
On Monday I saw the Registar who observed my operation and the Surgeon and both agreed that all was well and I could go home. I had to wait for pharmacy to deliver the drugs and then home I went. It was a 60 minute journey and I'm glad I did not have to do that on the Sunday.
I have finished the course of Clexane - no dramas, just a few bruises. I had a weatabix and lots of milk for breakfast, carrot and corriandar soup for lunch and I'm just going to have some hot orange squash and sit down with a dvd.
I have lost 28lbs since I stared the milk diet
and have not dumped. I can eat a tub of muller lite slowly but yesterday I added a few spoonfuls of pureed peaches to it and could not finish it.I stopped taking painkillers 5 days ago and the only pain I have is from the bruises around my scars and it aches a bit beneath the scars too.
I do get windy after eating/drinking, especially soup, but it seems quite happy to make it's own way out!!
Hope this helps those who are worried about their operations and please ask if you have any questions about my experience - happy to help.
love
Moira
x
