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My other entry did a REALLY weird coding thing... So, posting again...

Okay, so I went in to the hospital at 7:00 on Tuesday morning. The reception lady was scary, but she sent us upstairs to my ward, and the nurses upstairs were very nice and so the scary factor was gone. I was told that because my surgery was afternoon, I was a definite overnight stay (contrary to what my surgeon said). Good thing we had an emergency overnight bag, just in case!

I was in a little room by myself. It was quite odd, because in layout, the room was EXACTLY like the room Kate has in LorF! The cupboard, the shelf beside it, the drawers next to the bed. The window. The only differences were that Kate's room is not so much a room as an alcove with a curtain, and that her window doesn't actually have a few, whereas mine did (only of the carpark, but all the same). It freaked me out, anyway.

Then my Dad went to work, and my Mum and I had to sit around for ages, waiting for a nurse to come in and tell me what to do next.

What I had to do next, at about 8:00, was change into the horrible hospital-wear. That means big gown that was WAY too huge for me, and the horrible hospital psuedo-underwear (which I resented very deeply). My surgery wasn't due until about 2:00, but because it was unknown how long I'd be in X-Ray, I had to be ready before I went down.

So, a guy with a wheelchair came and then we went down to X-Ray, which seemed a very long way away. My Mum came too, and waited with me for some time, until the nurse arrived to take me to my machine. I had a very nice American (or possibly Canadian) technician, and he got me to lie down on the machine, on my stomach. Then the doctor came in and injected me with the dye or whatever it was I was injected with. Two needles, on either side of my scar (so, into cancerous flesh, again). It hurt like all hell and I hate needles. But the pain went away staright after, so that wasn't so bad, I guess. Then I had to lie on my back, and go into the machine.

The machine was basically a moving flat bed that went under a doughnut. Attached to the doughnut was a flat sheet of white, with a black cross in the middle. This was apparently a camera, and it's what they kept moving me under. it was taking pictures to see which lymph node my cancer was draining into.

I had to lie absolutely still, again. It wasn't as bad as the PET though, because it was only for brief periods, and then I could move again. I got through it by pretending it was LorF. You know, lying in the bush in pitch darkness, with Livvakt just on the other side of the scrub, listening for the slightest sound of an Australian in their midst. It definitely helped with the not moving.

Would have been more fun if there'd been an Andy, with the URST and all. Ah well, you can't have it all, can you?

Anyway, I lost track after the fifth time under the camera. They kept taking photo after photo. Then they moved me into the next room and a DIFFERENT machine. I mean, the same actual machine, but a different unit. Then they tried more photos. The other technician (younger guy, very nice) came back AGAIN and took the cotton wool off where I'd had the injections. Then they took photos. Then he came back AGAIN and changed my blankets. Then they took photos.

Then they came back AGAIN and explained what was taking so damn long. There was a mystery dot on the scans, that kept moving around. In order to be sure, they had to keep moving me and changing everything, to ensure that there wasn't a little dot off dye on anything. It was still showing up after all those changes, so they made me go and change into a new hideous gown, and wash my hands with super heavy duty chemical remover (not that I touched the dye, but I guess thorough is good). This was good timing, because I'd been desperate for a bathroom break. When I got back, they took more photos and either the dot had gone, or they just decided to call it an anomaly, because I was done after that. The doctor came back and drew some dots and a cross on my neck.

So my Mum and I had to wait an hour, sitting around in the waiting area, for the scans to come back. It was most dull, and the MRI room was across from where we were sitting. It makes interesting noises, the ol' MRI machine. Constantly. Finally the scans came back, and the guy came to collect me again. He wheeled me and my scans back up to my room.

All in all, we spent three and a half hours in X-Ray, two hours of which were the actual scans. Over and over and over.

Well, I sat around then, reading Virgil, and playing with the thing that makes the bed go up and down (is there a single person who does not do this, when given the chance?). My Mum remarked that it was fairly heavy reading for a hospital stay, but it's not at all heavy. At least, not the version I've got. It beats that wanker Homer any day. Blah blah blah, he is.

At 2:00, I was informed that the surgeon was still doing his morning list, and was running very behind, so I probably wouldn't go down until 5:00. More Virgil.

I finally went down at 4:30, which was early, in the end. I got taken down by another nice fellow, Canadian. What's with that hospital and the North American staff? I got wheeled into the surgery waiting area on my bed, where a nurse asked me about allergies. I was repeatedly asked about allergies, and this is important to remember. I am allergic to only one thing, in terms of hospitals: a certain kind of surgical tape. I informed person after person of the fact that such tape gives me eczema. Anyway, just note that.

So, I waited and waited down there, and met the anaesthestic nurse. I told her about the tape. I met the anaesthetist. I told him about the tape (you can see where this is going, can't you?). Then, I was finally wheeled into the surgery. I saw my surgeon, and he told me that the X-ray doctor had put a cross on where the lymph node was that the cancer drained into. He said he'd remove that lymph node while he was excising the cancer. It would be easy, apparently, because they were actually side-by-side. Only one scar!

I hate needles, like I said. You'd think that when an anaesthetist is preparing a needle and you're lying there visibly shaking, someone would check to see if you hate needles, but they didn't. I got a heart monitor, and that sticky pad to ground you when you're cauterised. And the needle went in, which hurt so much I was crying. I forgot to ask for the little needle, because I was so panicky.

The surgeon talked to me again, but I don't really remember.

I woke up, and it was horrible. Last time I went under a general, it was great. Awake asleep awake. This time, I woke up and I couldn't see and I couldn't speak and I couldn't hear, and my neck and shoulder were in agony. I panicked and started crying again. Then, things started to calm down. I could hear recovery nurses talking to a woman in the next bed. I still couldn't see or speak, but hearing was clear.

Then my vision came back, blurry, but at least it wasn't blackness anymore. I was still panicky though. Then the nurses started talking to me and asked if I was in pain. And I tried frantic gesturing to say I was, but I guess they didn't understand (because my Dad was reading the chart later, and it said "no pain" which is absolute bollocks, because it was so painful).

Things got better, though. And then the Canadian took me back to my ward. When I got back, my nice nurse was there, and my parentals. And a cuddly teddy bear.

I felt a little better after that, and gave my cuddly bear a name. He is called Taqan, because, like the Questers hero, he has a dark tan, with a huge nose and eyes that hide a deep melancholy. Or am I reading too much into his plastic fixtures? Whatever, he's cuddly.

Food arrived (chicken soup), which I had trouble eating, what with barely being able to move and all. My parentals went away home then, and I kept trying to eat.

Then I threw up.

So, anyway. I couldn't sleep. The night nurse was really lovely, though! She gave me drugs, and milk and cookies! The best part was my liftin' triangle. It helped me sit up straight, and I've really missed it since I came home. I was pretty much awake all night, anyway, however much I may have tried to sleep.

When my drip ran out, she tried to remove it, but she had to remove the whole canula, because she simply couldn't unscrew the silly thing! So, I was ordered not to be sick again.

I was in a kind of half asleep state, when I heard someone come into the room, and it was my surgeon and a nurse. The surgeon had a look and said my wound was excellent, and not bleeding, that'd I'd have to have another appointment on Thursday and that because I was sick, the nurses should keep me in until the afternoon. My Dad came a little later and I told him all this, so he went back to work.

I spent most of the morning half-asleep. I was very nauseous. The Maternal and Fraternal are allergic to Codeine, they told me later, so it might have been the Panadeine Forte making me nauseous. I had to have a little breakfast at one point, so I could have ibuprofen with it. I needed that not for the pain but for the headache. I had trouble eating, thoughm without feeling nauseous.

By one o'clock, I was feeling a lot better, so I told the nurse and she said I could call my Dad and have a shower before going home. So I did, and then I got to wear proper clothes again! Actual underwear! Yay!!!

Then I packed everything up, and found somebody else's x-rays in with mine. I reported this to the nurse, who took them away and found the guy was in a different hospital. Big oops. Good thing I was bored and anal enough to check, eh? I read the newspaper the Paternal had left earlier in the day, until he arrived to take me home.

That was my hospital stay, anyway. My shoulder still hurts a lot, and I can't stay on the puta for long, which is why it's taken four days to get this entry finished. I feel nauseous again, actually. I might go and lie down for a while.

Pip pip, ya'll! Thanks for all the good wishes, again!



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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:18 am (UTC)
that sounds horrible :( but you're so brave, i know i couldn't handle any of that stuff. hope you feel better asap :)
Jul. 9th, 2006 07:30 am (UTC)
*many grugs*

I'm glad you're back with us in the world of non-hospital-ness, good Kayt.
Jul. 9th, 2006 07:37 am (UTC)
Glad to hear that the stay wasnt too bad, Kayt.

Jul. 9th, 2006 08:34 am (UTC)
*grugs* great to have you back... mmmm.... if you can't come out, i'll have to work out a way of getting over there. I have no social life otherwise, it's not for you, it's purely to keep me sane :P

*grugs again*
Jul. 9th, 2006 08:57 am (UTC)
So, did they give you the tape you're alergic to?

Hope you're feeling ok! Very handy them being side-by-side and all!


Jul. 9th, 2006 10:49 am (UTC)
*grugs* glad you are back in the non hospital world too:) good to know you had a way to distract yourself during the xrays hehe!! *hugs* hope you feel better soon gal

Jul. 9th, 2006 02:49 pm (UTC)
Good to hear about how things are going and I hope you are having a rest now after all that, and feeling less nauseous :(
Jul. 10th, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)
Oh my GOD that sounds scary. *grugs*
I hope they got it all this time, and the tests can stop. I was wondering if they gave you the tape you were allergic to, as well :P
*more grugs*
Jul. 11th, 2006 08:16 am (UTC)
I'm glad you got through it. And about the anethatist (sp?) the trut is there isn't much they can do if you're afraid of needles cos they have to give it to you, nurses are much more sympathetic about these things
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