I didn't sleep much through the night. The nurse felt it necessary to check on me every hour, on the hour. Plus IV antibiotics, listening to my pump clicking away giving me my fluids, it was a long night. I had several offers of ativan to help me relax, and a sleeping tablet to help me sleep, but i kept saying no - i needed to keep a clear head. And seriously? Relax? My life has just been turned upside down and you want me to relax???
The antibiotics had started to give me a revolting metallic taste in my mouth, but the nurse was mean and wouldn't let me suck on something or swish something tasty around my mouth, as I was NPO for the CT and surgery. There are only so many times a girl can brush her teeth! The taste is truly revolting, and anyone visiting me had to put up with me constantly sticking my tongue out and making gagging sounds. :)
One of my friends, popped up to see me at the start of the day. She is also the manager of the surgery unit, and said she would do all she could to keep the other bed free so I could have some privacy. She also told me off for not calling her straight away last night to tell her what was going on. Nothing life a major life crisis to make you realize who's there for you! Alas, within half an hour, the bed was filled. This patient was worse than the one the night before. She was not the most savoury of people - loud, swearing, rude. She went on and on about her poor sore finger, and I'm lying there thinking oh dear, poor you. Our relationship went further downhill when her boyfriend returned at 10am with PIZZA for her!!! OMG - you don't know true torture until you're NPO with a metallic taste in your mouth and having to smell hot cheese!!!
The day dragged on and on, all this waiting and no one has any clue on times. Around lunch time, the OR manager came up to see me. She confirmed I was slated as the last case of the day, and the CT was going to be done tomorrow. So I've basically been sitting here starving for nothing. Lovely.
The girls were both on days off and came to spend the day with me, which I loved. They are both taking things in their stride, trying to hold it together. Several people have offered to help keep an eye on them, helping with rides when needed etc. The support everyone is showing just blows me away. I don't think I can thank people enough for what they're doing. Although apparently I'm thanking people TOO much because I got told to stop being so grateful and just accept that people are here to help!
Oh, I need to add something gross. So because of all the manipulation of my cervix, it had caused me to start bleeding. A lot. Then came nasty giant mother***** clots. We're talking plums and mandarins here. Totally gross. It's really fun when you have to dash to the bathroom every half an hour with an IV pole, trying to maneuver around your own bed, and your idiot roommates stuff, while holding your gown together so you don't flash your butt to everyone. I was reassured this was totally normal (really? passing clots the size of a newborn is normal?) and should settle down.
Finally, the moment we had been waiting for - time to go to the OR. I hugged the girls goodbye, grabbed my IV pole, and headed on down to the OR.
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