Written sometime after 5pm yesterday.......looks like I forgot to post it......S**t happens.
I'm sure the RN (registered nurse) I had this afternoon might be booked if they speed checked wheel chair operators.
After a somewhat nervous (if that's the right word) evening last night I awoke this morning to face a minor umbilical hernia (belly button). I've had it for 30 years but in the last two it has slowly got worse. I arrived at the Peterborough hospital at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am and slept walked to the Nurses station in the ward. (Boring details edited out)
At 9:45am I was transported sedately to the operating theater where my last memory is of a sedative being pumped into the drip thing in my left wrist. I was out to it before the anesthetic was told later. ..........Made it back to the ward about 11:30 after waking in recovery. Just as well they don't have 4 wheel independent steering in cars as I think the nurse just missed hitting the wall one or two times.
No major pain to speak of but I'm aware of the wound because of the discomfort. I was out of bed at 3:15pm for a grovelling slightly elevated pain level walk to the loo. Not to bad, I could manage the ride home a little later. I had Oxycodone about half an hour earlier as I planned to leave hospital once that kicked in...........
At 4pm it was a wheel chair ride ( I'm sure this RN has participated in the wheel chair drag racing competition sometime in her life) to the car. I'm sure Heather suggested that the RN should let go of the chair and let me roll down the ramp........
Made it home alive and in one piece so you get to put up me with a little longer. Six weeks before I get back to so called "normal" (whatever normal is)
