Post by Pops on Apr 5, 2007 20:56:31 GMT
Got to the hospital ward for 08.00am this morning, after nil by mouth from 9.00pm the previous night. Got stuck in traffic going, a normal trip time of 40 mins actually took 1hr 10mins.
I was then asked to strip and change into one of them hospital gowns that no matter what you do your a**e is on show for all to see. When the nurse handed it to me I asked if they had a triple xl one and was politely told they are a standard size.
After 3 seperate Pre Op assessments for this knee op, I was then asked all the same questions again. They did not have the details I had already give them on the 3 occasions. Then someone from the operating team came to see me and explain what would be happening and marked my knee up so there would be no mistakes.
A woman from the rehab unit came and handed me a brand new pair of crutchs and told me how to use them and what excercises I would have to do afterwards.
Then the surgeon came round to examine me so he knew what his plan of attack would be. He must of thought I looked too happy or something because while there he proceeded to twist and bend the hell out of my knee to see how much play there was. I was left in agony
Then the tea ladies came round, first refusal by me of a nice cup of tea. Same thing at dinner time nowt for me I am waiting to go down to theatre.
Tea in the afternoon was the same routine.
3.45pm one of the theartre staff came to see me and said I have some good news and I have some bad news. Here we go I thought. Bad news, they have run out of operating time and the anethistist (spelling) had to be else where for 5pm. The good news is they have rebooked my op for April 16th, that just happens to be the day my dad passed away in 1991
Had to wait for nearly two hours for my son in law to come and pick me up due to a bad accident on the M55, blocking two lanes.
Finally got home at 6.30pm after a real nice day
Now after something to eat and plenty to drink I am feeling a bit more mellow.
Rant over.
Thanks for listening.
I was then asked to strip and change into one of them hospital gowns that no matter what you do your a**e is on show for all to see. When the nurse handed it to me I asked if they had a triple xl one and was politely told they are a standard size.
After 3 seperate Pre Op assessments for this knee op, I was then asked all the same questions again. They did not have the details I had already give them on the 3 occasions. Then someone from the operating team came to see me and explain what would be happening and marked my knee up so there would be no mistakes.
A woman from the rehab unit came and handed me a brand new pair of crutchs and told me how to use them and what excercises I would have to do afterwards.
Then the surgeon came round to examine me so he knew what his plan of attack would be. He must of thought I looked too happy or something because while there he proceeded to twist and bend the hell out of my knee to see how much play there was. I was left in agony
Then the tea ladies came round, first refusal by me of a nice cup of tea. Same thing at dinner time nowt for me I am waiting to go down to theatre.
Tea in the afternoon was the same routine.
3.45pm one of the theartre staff came to see me and said I have some good news and I have some bad news. Here we go I thought. Bad news, they have run out of operating time and the anethistist (spelling) had to be else where for 5pm. The good news is they have rebooked my op for April 16th, that just happens to be the day my dad passed away in 1991
Had to wait for nearly two hours for my son in law to come and pick me up due to a bad accident on the M55, blocking two lanes.
Finally got home at 6.30pm after a real nice day
Now after something to eat and plenty to drink I am feeling a bit more mellow.
Rant over.
Thanks for listening.
.
