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Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
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)
Monday, 16 July 2012
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
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What is it like where you are?? xx
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 .jpg)
What is it like where you are?? xx
Friday, 13 July 2012
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
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.
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.
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