15 Apr 2010
Thanks to all for your thoughts and wishes. They really are very much appreciated. I'm so sick of hospitals, theatres, drips, oxygen masks etc. I really have the greatest admiration for all the people who work in these places, you really need to be made of special stuff to do so. I know I couldn't. I hate the places.
I woke up from the op in the Recovery Room with the most excruciating pain I've ever experienced in my life - it was coming at intervals in a sort of ring around my body and with every horrendous wave that hit me I was wriggling and writhing with the pain and kept ending up down the end of the bed with my legs hanging out over the end. Out came the oxygen mask again and a group of various different faces kept appearing round my bed. They attached a drip needle to my hand and kept putting all sorts of different solutions into the drip bag and asking is that any better. I flinched when I heard the name Cyclazene mentioned (the thing that I had the bad reaction to with the first op) but it turned out this was being administered to the person in the bed next to me. All I could do at the time was wait for the next 'wave' to hit and each time was just as unbearable as the last. I'm not sure how long it went on for, but at one stage I heard someone ask are the intervals between pain getting longer and yes it eventually turned out that I was waiting a longer time before the next one. Then I heard someone ask again how is the pain now and I said d'you know what, I haven't had one since the last time you asked - and she said oh that's marvellous, it must be a good 4 or 5 minutes since your last one. And it turned out I had no more after that - stopped completely just like that. It was then that they told me I could tolerate Paracetemol, so obviously that must've been the last thing they tried me with, a paracetemol based solution. I looked at the clock and it was 5 to 1. I had gone into theatre at 10 to 11. Apart from being starving and gasping for a cuppa tea, I felt fine.
For a number of days before I went into the hospital I had a really bad [what I thought was] migraine, which on the day was really bad. Still suffering from it now, but I'm thinking now it could actually be sinusitis rather than migraine. (looked it up)
I can pinpoint the start of the pain at a point just to the left of the middle of my forehead and goes right through one of my eyes, sharp and constant. Whichever one it is I guess it's most likely anxiety/stress related. Anyway, at least now I know I can take paracetemol
, so got some and it's taken the edge off but still there in the background. Apart from that I'm just so glad it's all over now. Like I said, they found nothing, not even a polyp that might be just a cyst - absolutely nothing, so basically I've gone through all this for flamin' nothing. Whatever they 'saw' last Thursday which had me thrust into theatre with such damn urgency seems to have disappeared with all trace since then??? Right... so either they got it very wrong - gp's and two separate hospitals - or ... perhaps the healing has worked from 'another source'. Bit of a mystery really .. and I do love mysteries.
I certainly intend to check into this further though - at least seek out the 'evidence' that they had that 'something' was there. Did they make a mistake? It's certainly been known. For example, one of the questions that I was asked before going into theatre (heaps of questions and form filling from loads of different people) was - How long have you been on the Timoxifen?
She had my file in front of her and was referring to it.
If she'd read it properly she would know that I've never been on Timoxifen - it was recommended, but I declined.
I just hope I don't have to see the inside of a hospital again for a very long, long time.