Birthday Party

Had a good party, with good food with lovely family :)

Me and the sis :)

Second Operation

So I have awoken very early for my second operation and I was so scared.  I was given medicine that I had to have and by this time I was sick of tired of mediction, having to have about 5 different liquids each day I had then started to reject medicine and didn't want to take any of it.  Well when I did, it came back up....

I also had that little tablet which melts on your tongue which was okay and it vanished quickly.  After that I  can't really remember what happened, I know that my Mum came and then we went off to put me too sleep ready for the op.

After the op, my mum was with me and my Dad was getting something, I had an oxygen mask on to help me breath, I was in and out of consciousness  as I was tired.
Like the first op I was in for the first night in ICU. There was a girl next too me who was in a bit of pain and was screaming and crying.  My Dad talked to her Dad and we all bonded.

The next day I was taken to the room where I rested and had a little to eat and drink.  I was still tired and in pain and I was given medicine to help me.
I was told that the next day I was going to be up and walking.... I didn't want this to happen.

The next day came and there I was getting up and walking slowly, with help to begin with down the corridor, the nurses gave me good encouragement and I was able to do it.  Over the next few days I began to eat more and more so I got my strength back up.  What I didn't do was walk about a lot.  All I wanted to do was lie down and do nothing which wasn't good as I needed to learn to walk again.



It then came time to home... wow did time go fast for a second I thought it didn't happen, waiting for mum to get the car felt so long waiting outside in the wheelchair.  It felt weird to even be out the hospital considering I was there for 2 solid weeks.  The journey home was long and as we drove the familiar surroundings came into our view only this time I was going home.  Once home I went upstairs and rested and rested and rested.  I think someone visited but I can't be too sure!



Thanks for reading my operation (sorry it took so long to write)

Rain, Rain go away come back another day

It's July and we are having so much rain it is unbelievable. I hate it with a passion, it is sooo miserable having to wrap up warm and having to wear boots where if it was hot, everyone would be wearing dresses, shorts, sandals  heels etc.   The weather is depressing and what makes it worse is that in some places it is flooding and it is going to get worse!!!! :(:(:(:(


The days which are okay and not raining, I  DO NOT take for granted, I have to do something, whether by my self or with someone! I was lucky for my birthday it wasn't raining but it will be raining for most of the week!!!

I want this                                                              this


    to change to 


What is it like where you are?? xx

Birthday girl :)

Next few days

Day 5:
It's morning now and after I have had some breakfast, Mum comes and Dad leaves.  Mum sits down and we watch tv and rest.  Nurse checks all my vitals again and I am fine.  I'm still not feeling well as I haven't been toilet yet and I need to go before my next operation. Its hard when your lying down and cant go to the toilet properly. Doctor says I'll have to start taking cod liver oil to get things moving.  Mum sits with me all day trying to lift my spirits.
The other thing I'm dreading today is having the drainage tube removed.  It drained the blood from by lungs after the first operation and is on my side and hurting me. The day goes slowly and I try not to think of it.  My mum has tea and some biscuits and I try have some lunch.  At around 2pm the Sister arrives to start the procedure. I hold my Mum's hand, I'm trying to be calm but I lose it. I'm crying and shouting.  Sister Leslie tells me to breathe slowly and count to 3. As I to that she pulls out the drain. There's a sharp pain and then it is fine.
My Dad arrives at 7pm to relieve my Mum so she can go home to my sisters.  I try to eat the macaroni he's brought from home but still have no appetite and don't eat anything.  Me and Dad sit and watch a film, like our usual routine that we have done every night. The nurse's come round every few hours too check my vitals.


Day 6:
Woke up at 6am and stayed awake as I couldn't sleep.  Dad was still asleep so I just laid there looking up and around, it was bright.  When Dad woke up he had a shower and got ready.  Breakfast came, we ate and then he left and Mum arrived a little bit after that. I still feeling like crap.  No toilet action and now Doctor is saying if I don't go by lunchtime I have to have a suppository, happy days. I try to eat some fruit but no luck so by mid morning it looks like I will have to endure the embarrassing situation of the suppository.  Its one of the worst things I have been through since I've been in hospital but the end result is that I do feel better once the suppository does its job.  On the downside I can't eat anything because I have my second operation tomorrow morning, not that it mattered because I hardly at anything anyway.  The day goes fast and my mum leaves me with the promise that she will be back by 6am.  I am scheduled to be operated first. SO SCARED.

Pretty things :)

Pretty :)

                                        

Bows :)

So sweet

PINK PINK PINK

Yummy cupcakes

Flower

Gems :)

                                       
                                         

Day 4 of the journey

Day 4:

I woke up early once again and so did my Dad, while he got ready breakfast was dropped off.  Our normal breakfast routine happened, cereal a bit of toast, Mum coming and then my Dad leaving.  After my dad left, me and Mum settled down I was still uncomfortable as I wasn't allowed to move alone, my Mum could help me a little, but the nurses always had to be the one to move me.  The morning went slowly, vitals being taken, me watching tv, Mum reading a magazine and watching TV.  The only thing that made the morning different was that I had a blood test.  I hate needles so much and was dreading having one.  When the time came, it was a man who drew the blood, I was tense and stiff and my Mum help my hand while it was happening. To me it killed, I hate pain and I must of been squeezing my Mums hand a lot from the pain.  We wouldn't know the results for a while as they had to be tested.

My mum got a couple of phone calls to see how I am, but no one came to visit today.  I had a bit of lunch, a couple of bites from my sandwich but I couldn't stomach any more.  The afternoon dragged, watching tv, resting my eyes and waiting for the test results and when they came back they were fine. Soon it was dinner and I didn't have that much again... this was causing me to have no energy but I couldn't do anything about it, I didn't want to eat.  My Dad came and my Mum left and Dad have the rest of the food that I  had left.  We put on a film that was on and watched it until it finished about 10 and then both tried to sleep.  Again every two hours the nurses would come and do their job and so was awoken each time.  I was more comfortable then but still needed to be moved round.

Back Diary: Day 3

Day 3:
 In the morning when breakfast came, Dad was with me and I ate some cereal and some of my Dads toast.  We put the TV on and watched something, my Mum then came with my two sisters, which was nice although I am not the best company.  I am tired and always complaining about the pain, I wanted loads of morphine to help ease the pain.  My sisters sat and talked with me and they had brought stuff to occupy them as I think my Mum knew I wouldn't be u for much.  We all watched the tv and my sisters walked around the room. As my Mum had been there before, she knew the kitchen staff and was able to order herself tea and biscuits that came with it.  I had to drink a lot of water so I didn't get dehydrated.  When lunch came,  I was able to eat a little bit of it, but not much as I couldn't stomach the whole thing.  My sisters had a bit of lunch as well from what was in the kitchen.  
Both my Yiayia's (Grandma) came to visit me and when they saw me, they each gave me a kiss, I was able to talk to them a little bit, but I was very tired and rested my eyes while my Mum talked to my Yiayia's, most probably about me. My yiayia's both left and, it was quiet again.

My sisters played with what they had and I watched tv resting my eyes inbetween, as I can't really sleep throughout the day.  I nibbled on some snacks throughout the afternoon, but nothing too heavy as I was not hungry and didn't want too eat.  My Mum had some tea and my sisters drank and had the cookies that were laid out with my Mums tea.  It was early evening and when my Dad arrived, my Mum and sisters' left after saying bye to both me and my Dad.  I feel sad when my Mum leaves, although my Dad is there, I still miss her.  My dinner comes and again I don't eat much and let Dad have the rest with the dessert that accompanied it, refusing his offer when he asks if I want some.  We carry on watching tv and settle down.  Every two hours the nurses' still come in too take my vitals, changing from day nurses' to evening ones and this is different after being used to seeing familiar faces.
We both doze off throughout the sleep, neither of us getting much sleep, me because I am in pain and my Dad because the chair he is in is uncomfortable.  Every time I want to change sides, I call the nurses to help me, I have to have to nurses to move me so I don't move anything and have a pillow underneath me so it supports the bit that is not touching the bed.  When I do call the nurses in, it wakes my Dad which is unfortunate.  I seem to re-call calling the nurses a lot because of the pain, not that they could help much.  The night went slow and sunrise grew slowly.

Back operation: Day 2

Day 2:
I couldn't really sleep that night, it was different surroundings from my room at home and everything that made me secure wasn't there. I wasn't used to other people sleeping in the same place as me.  I started to see light coming through the windows and didn't go back to sleep that morning.  I don't know what time, but my Dad walked in as he was staying in the room I was living in.  It was a relief knowing he was there now and he took a seat by my side and waited until my breakfast came in.  I think I had cornflakes? Or was it toast? Maybe both.  But all I knew is I was hungry and I had water as well, I couldn't become dehydrated.  I think that was the only day I was hungry. My mum joined me in the icu in the morning and my dad left for work.  I remember talking to her but I still didn't like it.  We were waiting for the nurses and doctors to say I was able to go back to my room.  I was trying to look at everyone else in the room, there was old and young, and I was just shocked, I didn't think there would be that people. My first time in hospital, I was curious the whole time.  At about midday, the porters came and took me back to my room which I was so happy about.  Everything was set up again and they left.
I didn't have any visitors that day as I was still recovering, and I didn't eat anything and I didn't drink much.  I was in pain, I wasn't used to moving, not that I had much energy to move but it would have been nice to have the chance to.  My mum stayed with me all day, by my side, watching tv with me. I was so happy about the tv, that made evenings and days more fun to do other then lying on my bed.  I did bring stuff with me books, magazines etc but they were no help as I had no energy so all I did was lie there looking up at the screen. When lunch did come, my mum ate some of it for herself and I didn't have anything as I wasn't hungry.
Nurses came in every 2 hours to take my blood pressure and temperature to make sure all was fine.  When dinner came round, I saved it for my Dad for when he came as he comes straight from work to stay the night with me. The next day menu came and my  mum filled it in, putting in extra food for breakfast for me and my dad and then some lunch and dinner as I was going to eat tomorrow.  I had no dinner as I had no appetite.  As like before I am doing evenings like the next day.  My mum has gone home and my dad is here.  Food has come and my dad has eaten it, I wasn't hungry so I didn't have anything.  We both watched tv, me lying down in the bed which was tilted only a little bit so I could see better.  We watched TV all evening, and the nurses still came into to do their regular blood pressure and temperature.  All was fine.  I had a catheter in, I won't be explicit but it was in my bladder and the urine came out into a bag.  I tried sleeping all the the evening but it wouldn't happen.  I was too in pain. When I did fall asleep I was awoken by the nurses every 2 hours for the nurses to do their job which was annoying as when and if I got any sleep it was always broken.  We kept the door a bit opened so the light could show through which I liked.  The night went so slow, it felt like aggggeeees!!! 

Book review!!

So the book I read is called: Me and Mr Darcy.
 

It is about a girl who lives in America and is in love with Pride and Prejudice especially Mr Darcy. she goes over to England for a Jane Austen tour.  On the tour loads of interesting things happening, making new friends, seeing THE Mr Darcy and getting to know a bloke who she thinks is grubby.
Don't want to give tooo much away, but it is a really good book, as you follow her on the tour and see what happens too her.  It makes you think a little bit about what happens in the story and I used my imagination a bit as well.

My back diary

So I did say I would do a blog of my operation, so decided to do it on the 4th year anniversary.

Day 1:
Woke up in the morning like it was a normal day the only difference, I wasn't going to my year 10 work experience. Got dressed and then went to drop my little sister at school and then it was that, seeing my family friends dropping their friends off, saying good luck to me and my mum, it seemed so surreal. I think I was putting it to the back of my mind. Everything was in the car as we put it there before and we set on our long journey, on the way there I felt sick, still not believing that I was going to have an operation, acting like everything was normal.  Thinking about it know makes me a bit sad and it's been four years.  We arrived at the hospital and we were put into the room and Dad was waiting for us, we got as settled as we can and I tried to relax on the bed, which was so uncomfortable not realising I will have to be in that bed for two weeks. I was staying strong, I didn't want to show my fears to anyone, when I went toilet, it kind of sunk in, I was having an operation, I kinda felt sad again but I don't think I cried.  Went out, ordered my food for the next day after the operation.  Was all quiet and then it was when I broke down. I cried and cried and cried, it was too much, I changed my mind even though there was nothing we could do about it know and I knew I was going to have it done whether I liked it or not.  Then it was time to get into my gown and put my clothes away and the nurse came in to give me a tablet which was little and melted on my tongue.  After they took my blood pressure, it was time, I lay down on the bed and was rolled out, my Dad could only come to the end of the corridor and I had to say bye.  I was crying again, my mum came with me and I was begging her not to let me go, I was beginning to be a bit hectic, we got to the aesthetic room and she put the gas on my face and I remember saying it wasn't working and that's all I remember. After my operation I was put in the ICU which stands for the intensive care unit, I was put in there just in case something happened over night and too keep an eye on me.  I woke up hazily in the night, I don't know what time, all I remember was being in pain and thinking I couldn't move, I looked to my left and saw my mum and dad there behind the curtains and there was nurses around that area.  I then fell back asleep. When I awoke next, it was the middle of the night and I was still in pain.  I think I called the nurse over and she reassured me it was normal to be like that.  I could hear people moaning and groaning from around me and I felt alone.  I didn't know what to do. This was different to me...  Every two hours they would wake me up to take my vitals, not that it mattered, when they came I was awake.