Tuesday - 2nd March
Early start and arrived to find my new wardrobe was awaiting for me and even to the point of made to measure stockings. Was thankful that I was first on the list and was taken down straight away. Did check with the consultant he was taking the 'right' one, he reminded me that it was the correct breast and it would be the left breast. As with all things now we had to go through all the possible problems and what was going to happen. I was also visited by the anaesthetist. Once the bed picked me up from the ward and took me down to the theatre I do not remember anything till I was in recovery nearly 3 hours later. The rest of the day was spent drifting in and out of sleep. My husband even came to visit.
Wednesday - 3rd March
The only remnant of the operation was the drain that became my new friend "Fred" he followed me everywhere and to some extent kept me to my bed. The consultant came to check on his handy work and check that I was okay. Was in really good form on Wednesday and was entertained in the evening by my two girlfriends.
Thursday - 4th March
Hospital life is very regimented with wake up at around 06:00 for observations (blood pressure, temperature, heart rate etc.) and the first cup of tea of the day. 07:30 a new influx of patients have to be processed and existing patients are given breakfast. The other regular is the sweetie round (distribution of drugs/pain killers and prescription). The other patients in my ward were very nice. There was a total of six beds and two of us were in for the same operation and same time scale. The other beds were either for a day (come in at 07:30 and leave by 18:00), others for a little bit longer than expected. The staff were very nice and helpful, there were some student nurses on the ward who not just wanted to help but were prepared to find out things not just for me but for themselves as well.
Visitors on Thursday started with the consultant to see how I was progressing and was followed in the evening by friends from work who came laden with flowers and chocolates, not forgetting tales from the workplace and the chance to laugh. There was a cross over when my husband turned up.
Friday - 5th March
Not a good night. Was in so much pain that I hardly slept and I am sure that the other patients in the ward were kept awake by me. Spent most of the day feeling sorry for myself and in pain whenever I moved. My husband visited but I was not really welcoming.
Saturday - 6th March
The duty doctor could give his say so on our release. Did try and wash with help from a student nurse I managed to wash my hair and make myself presentable but still in pain and discomfort. When the doctor did visit he checked me over and then ordered some tests to see what the problem was. Chest x-ray, ECG, blood tests I felt like I had just landed on an episode of ER. Thankfully they all came back clear. If I was good and the drain did not fill up too much I could be released tomorrow.
Sunday - 7th March
A much quieter time in ward over the weekend, with no operations there was only those that were not released on the Friday night or Saturday. After a quick phone call to Warrington I was given the all clear to leave. The drain was removed - bye "Fred" and the dressing was changed. I didn't run out of the hospital but it was a quick jog to the car park to the car for a return home and to my own bed.
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