Was rapidly taking short breaths when Mr Forlani did his rounds, he asked me why and I told him about the pain in my back and how even the morphine and extra painkillers weren't getting rid of it...
He checked the fluids in the drains and said both they and the catheter could come out and I could be transferred to the ward...
So Sarah began the process of taking the drains out - these are clear plastic tubes about 1cm in diameter. One goes up the front (the right as I look at it) and one goes up the back (both inside)...
The left back is the one giving me the most pain...
The stitches had to be unpicked and then three rapid deep breaths and hold (easier said than done..!) while Sarah pulled it out, so we went for it - after topping up on morphine of course...
The next one was going to be the worst, it was the longest, the hardest to take out and the one we thought was causing the pain...We practised the three deep breaths together but mine were woefully shorter than they should have been...
So we tried again and they were a touch deeper but not deep enough - even with the morphine. Sarah decided to go for it so with a blast of morphine I did three as-deep-as-I-could breaths and she pulled it out...
WOW!! it was long and wow!! no pain in my back - it went - just as quickly as the drain came out... Sarah said she'd leave the catheter for a while until I'd recovered from the drains removal...
At this point I noticed Richard - he was in the bed opposite me - he looked ill - he told me it had not gone well...
Sarah came back and took the catheter out, as well as the canula in my shoulder, the neck ones were staying in for the glucose drip I was on...
Dinner was served, was still bloated and swollen and again ate little...
Had been laid down for three days now, so attempted to sit up and pop my feet on the floor (yeah, I know, I shouldn't have done it without the nurse helping me)...
Oh! Oh! BIG MISTAKE... Jenny, my physio, had seen me sit up - next thing she'd got an oxygen bottle and we were off (walking) - only five yards but it enough to start the rehabilitation. I was returned to my bed and then transferred to the ward...
I was put in E1, David and Ronnie were still there, and now Jon (retired) from Dore was in my old bay of E4...
Still boated and swollen I had been told that the ward nurses (Faye and Sharon) had to measure my urine when it came... Bottle time again, when it was ready... Tablets changed too - now had to take a laxative or two "to kick start your bowels"...
The time came (to empty my bladder) so I buzzed for the bottle - both Faye and Sharon came - and closed the bed curtains, helped me to stand up and then stood holding me, one on each side while I held the bottle and, well you know what else I was holding..! lol
It wouldn't come!! Bugger!! "We'll not look" said Faye - "makes no difference" I replied "it wants to come but it won't"... I told them to carry on and I'd sit back down and wait... So I did...
Twenty minutes later it wanted to come again so I stood up, got the bottle ready, and it came!!! Bloody hell! it wouldn't stop - quarter bottle, half bottle - finished up just under 730ml... Bloody hell that's nearly two pints!!! After that I was allowed to go to the toilet, and I did, frequently... Was also on water tablets as well as the laxatives...
Still bloated and swollen, said I wanted no tea - was told I had to have some. Jenny came again and we did a long walk, well, up to the day room and back. I'm doing well, apparently...
Had another restless night, not had a good nights kip since before the op really...
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