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Friday update
Oct. 9th, 2009 05:25 pmThanks to everyone for your support in the last few days – following my last post, it’s been a bit of a pest, but slowly getting used to next week being a vast empty space – what happens when you clear a date from work, cancel planned trips, all because… you know.
Today’s progress – not a lot. A callback was made to me while I was out at work this morning, and now it would appear that they want to find somewhere that has an intensive care unit for me, just in case anything goes wrong! (I’m not making this up – unless there is another medical term called ICU, in which case, please say something to me now!)
Now, I know what you are thinking, right – but didn’t you manage nine days in a hospital two years ago, in a hospital without an ICU, including a general anaesthetic? Yes!
So, that may be so. The hospital that had planned for me to go in next Wednesday (Princes Victoria Hospital, Lewes) did not have an intensive care unit, or overnight facilities. However, when I went for my appointment to see the surgeon at Brighton in the summer, he said that this would be a minor procedure, in overnight, and this would be at the Princes Royal Hospital in Haywards Heath (which, as far as I know, does have ICU and overnight facilities). The question in my mind now is, why the hell was I given an appointment for the other one? Or was none of this remembered?
On slightly more positive news – I have now successfully managed to phase off the Citalopram, and the Amitriptyline, taking down my daily pills by another three. Earlier in the year it was twelve in a day (four HRT) now it’s six. We didn’t feel like excessive celebrating last night (one year since the night when I proposed to Caroline) but we did go out for dinner. Road was closed on the way home, so ended up doing some back-road navigation to get us back to the A507, and then ultimately, the A10.
Today’s progress – not a lot. A callback was made to me while I was out at work this morning, and now it would appear that they want to find somewhere that has an intensive care unit for me, just in case anything goes wrong! (I’m not making this up – unless there is another medical term called ICU, in which case, please say something to me now!)
Now, I know what you are thinking, right – but didn’t you manage nine days in a hospital two years ago, in a hospital without an ICU, including a general anaesthetic? Yes!
So, that may be so. The hospital that had planned for me to go in next Wednesday (Princes Victoria Hospital, Lewes) did not have an intensive care unit, or overnight facilities. However, when I went for my appointment to see the surgeon at Brighton in the summer, he said that this would be a minor procedure, in overnight, and this would be at the Princes Royal Hospital in Haywards Heath (which, as far as I know, does have ICU and overnight facilities). The question in my mind now is, why the hell was I given an appointment for the other one? Or was none of this remembered?
On slightly more positive news – I have now successfully managed to phase off the Citalopram, and the Amitriptyline, taking down my daily pills by another three. Earlier in the year it was twelve in a day (four HRT) now it’s six. We didn’t feel like excessive celebrating last night (one year since the night when I proposed to Caroline) but we did go out for dinner. Road was closed on the way home, so ended up doing some back-road navigation to get us back to the A507, and then ultimately, the A10.
