Well as I said I’d expected the surgery to be relatively painless so it was a bit of a shock to wake up in the Recovery ward feeling a little uncomfortable to say the least. Soon after I was conscious again I was asked if I was in pain and would I like something to ease it… naturally I said yes please… and again the next three times they asked as well!
Eventually though it eased and I was transferred up to the Intensive Care Unit where I was to spend the night.
By the way, most people who have this procedure don’t spend the night in ICU, so why did I? Mainly because I also have moderately severe sleep apnoea and after having had a general anaesthetic they wanted to make sure I survived overnight… fair enough really.
Whilst there, I was of course returned to the bosom of my wife who was very concerned about the length of time they’d kept me in Recovery without updating her. We had quite an emotional little reunion as it happens which was quite nice in its own way.
I had already been fitted with ‘pressure stockings’ (the sort you wear on long flights) but once settled I has also supplied with a pair of cute little massage pads (not sure what they’re called) which were attatched to my calves. These had air pumped through them which effectively cut the risk of an embolism developing (i.e. DVT). I also had an automatic blood pressure sensor attached, a pulse monitor… and a saline drip which was quite useful because I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything until the next day!! I’d have been happier if it had glucose in it as well… but nothing is perfect I suppose.
So we sat around, or in my case lay around, chatting and making each other laugh until it was time for the wife to leave. I picked up my copy of the final Harry Potter (Deathly Hallows) and finished reading for possibly the twentieth time!
Being an ICU my night was a bit disturbed, not only because the nurses and doctors seemed unable to talk quietly amongst themselves, but also because I was woken at 11:00 p.m. to see if I could tolerate Panadol in my drip (the first dose had sent me *really* dizzy and sick) and then a few hours later woken again by a request to take blood to see if my blood sugar was adequate. I can confirm there’s nothing like someone drawing blood from your pin with a sharp instrument to wake you up!!
Add into this the automatic blood pressure cuff inflating every hour or so until it bit painfully into my arm and you can see why my night was ‘disturbed’!
Still, morning came soon enough and so did the wife. We sat around patiently waiting for the doctor to arrive, but the first person we recognised was Dr. Stephen Parsons who I’d not seen for 6 months and was visiting other patients of his on the ICU ward. He was quite surprised to see me there (not least because I’d not been back to him since I chickened out of the last appointment!) but it was quite pleasant to see him again and we made arrangements to meet up in a few months to check out the status of my CPAP issues.
So Dr Brancatisano arrived, told me he was pleased with the way the operation had gone and I could go. He left me with instructions for immediate post-op care, scripts for pain relief and antibiotics and off he went. We followed not long after.
Back at home I just sat by the computer and vegetated. The wife had kindly arranged to take a week off work to make sure I was ok so kept me supplied with various drinks and the like to rebuild my fluid levels… I was a bit dehydrated after three days eating and drinking very little.
Strangely… I wasn’t at all hungry. Can’t think why not!