I had my gallbladder surgery 6 days ago, it went well, although not completely to plan and I had to spend two nights in hospital instead of coming home straight after the op. Thankfully the ward I was on was expertly run by some very lovely overworked, but steadfastly cheerful nurses, and my ward companions were friendly, supportive and entertaining, which made my stay much more comfortable than it might have been.
If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have been treated to photo updates throughout my stay...I'm generous like that! I've made a little collage of the photos for here too. My Mum gave me a telling off for the "just coming round" photo...oops!
I will spare you the scar photos, and sadly the photos the consultant surgeon took for me. I had asked if I could have my gall stones, he explained that was not a possibility, but he offered to take photos for me. He brought them to me later that day, and seemed rather bemused by my interest in them. Up until that point, he'd been a bit aloof, but he brightened up considerably when I showed interest in the photos and asked lots of questions. Unfortunately the nurse who had been looking after me all day overheard my excited questions and informed the consultant that it was against hospital protocol to give me photos, and I could only keep them if the consultant wrote in the notes that I could have them. They then both dissapeared taking my notes and the photos and after a discussion, came back to tell me that if I wanted the photos I have to apply through the proper channels and pay for them! I guess I at least got to see them, but yeah I'm still pretty miffed about this.
I have spent the last three days since coming home mostly wearing pyjamas and gently pottering, or lying on the sofa watching Mad Men. Today I decided to get dressed and see if I could make it to the shed to stitch up the Maya Dress by Marilla Walker, I'd cut out before I went into hospital. I managed an hour before I felt too achey to continue, but that was enough time to convince me I am on the mend.
I'll post more details later, India has already claimed this dress...no surprises there!
If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have been treated to photo updates throughout my stay...I'm generous like that! I've made a little collage of the photos for here too. My Mum gave me a telling off for the "just coming round" photo...oops!
I will spare you the scar photos, and sadly the photos the consultant surgeon took for me. I had asked if I could have my gall stones, he explained that was not a possibility, but he offered to take photos for me. He brought them to me later that day, and seemed rather bemused by my interest in them. Up until that point, he'd been a bit aloof, but he brightened up considerably when I showed interest in the photos and asked lots of questions. Unfortunately the nurse who had been looking after me all day overheard my excited questions and informed the consultant that it was against hospital protocol to give me photos, and I could only keep them if the consultant wrote in the notes that I could have them. They then both dissapeared taking my notes and the photos and after a discussion, came back to tell me that if I wanted the photos I have to apply through the proper channels and pay for them! I guess I at least got to see them, but yeah I'm still pretty miffed about this.
I have spent the last three days since coming home mostly wearing pyjamas and gently pottering, or lying on the sofa watching Mad Men. Today I decided to get dressed and see if I could make it to the shed to stitch up the Maya Dress by Marilla Walker, I'd cut out before I went into hospital. I managed an hour before I felt too achey to continue, but that was enough time to convince me I am on the mend.
I'll post more details later, India has already claimed this dress...no surprises there!
