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suzyscottdotcomFollowing a Thursday of travels, Friday 30th was to be my outpatient stay at Princess Royal Hospital, Haywards Heath.
Regular blog readers will be aware that I’ve been between various doctors, gynaecologists, surgeons, hospitals and medics to try and get a lump out of my vagina. It had been growing, growing, but now appeared to have stopped. The latest response, from Phil Thomas (the surgeon who was to be doing the removing), was that it was a cyst, although previously this had been questioned.
So, a very early light breakfast for me, wake up, get dressed, and leaving the Travelodge at Hickstead (off the A23 London – Brighton road, closest place we could find to HH), and we drove in time for my 1130 appointment. Actually, we arrived rather early, so C had time for tea from the (volunteer operated) tea bar.
I went into Ansty outpatients ward just after 1100, and was shown to my bed. I don’t know why I was a little more nervous than before, but I know that I was feeling like I wanted this to be over, I wanted this whatever-it-was to be gone. After the woman beside me had gone, I was next to go in for anaesthetic. The anaesthetist appeared to be a bit of a character, but was nice enough about everything. This time, a painkiller was injected into my hands first, and I didn’t last awake enough to find out what followed it.
So anyway, after about an hour, I was in the recovery room. I started trying to talk to them (the nurses in the room were talking about what
they’d been up to on Facebook). After a little while, it was back to the ward, where I find out Caroline had purchased another friend to join our
animal menagerie, which I later dubbed Princess (after the hospital). Here’s a pic of said moggy at home – Caroline chose this one because it reminded her of the Station Cat at Royston Station.
Phil came back to advise that he found that it was not a cyst, but a diverticulum in the urethera. Similar though, but I had to stay the night,
so I was transferred soon after to Horsted Keynes, a gynae ward. This was not before I’d been sick twice – I don’t usually throw up in hospital. Maybe not surprising, given the feelings earlier in the day.
So, after being transferred, it was just a case of staying through everything until the morning, when C came to pick me up. It was a lovely
hospital to be treated in, and the staff were wonderful to me.
They have left the catheter in, so this has to be removed on Tuesday by someone local (again). I’m kind of hoping this is it all over with now. I’m restricted for movement at the moment, as it can be a bit sore to move around. The pain is mostly from the cath site, but paracetamol is killing most of it. I’m in bed, typing this up on the laptop.
On another note, Saturday October 31st was our 31 month anniversary. While it was, no doubt, an extremely difficult month at times, I am hoping that November will be better. Aside from that, I still love Caroline so deeply.
Regular blog readers will be aware that I’ve been between various doctors, gynaecologists, surgeons, hospitals and medics to try and get a lump out of my vagina. It had been growing, growing, but now appeared to have stopped. The latest response, from Phil Thomas (the surgeon who was to be doing the removing), was that it was a cyst, although previously this had been questioned.
So, a very early light breakfast for me, wake up, get dressed, and leaving the Travelodge at Hickstead (off the A23 London – Brighton road, closest place we could find to HH), and we drove in time for my 1130 appointment. Actually, we arrived rather early, so C had time for tea from the (volunteer operated) tea bar.
I went into Ansty outpatients ward just after 1100, and was shown to my bed. I don’t know why I was a little more nervous than before, but I know that I was feeling like I wanted this to be over, I wanted this whatever-it-was to be gone. After the woman beside me had gone, I was next to go in for anaesthetic. The anaesthetist appeared to be a bit of a character, but was nice enough about everything. This time, a painkiller was injected into my hands first, and I didn’t last awake enough to find out what followed it.
So anyway, after about an hour, I was in the recovery room. I started trying to talk to them (the nurses in the room were talking about what
they’d been up to on Facebook). After a little while, it was back to the ward, where I find out Caroline had purchased another friend to join our
animal menagerie, which I later dubbed Princess (after the hospital). Here’s a pic of said moggy at home – Caroline chose this one because it reminded her of the Station Cat at Royston Station.
Phil came back to advise that he found that it was not a cyst, but a diverticulum in the urethera. Similar though, but I had to stay the night,
so I was transferred soon after to Horsted Keynes, a gynae ward. This was not before I’d been sick twice – I don’t usually throw up in hospital. Maybe not surprising, given the feelings earlier in the day.
So, after being transferred, it was just a case of staying through everything until the morning, when C came to pick me up. It was a lovely
hospital to be treated in, and the staff were wonderful to me.
They have left the catheter in, so this has to be removed on Tuesday by someone local (again). I’m kind of hoping this is it all over with now. I’m restricted for movement at the moment, as it can be a bit sore to move around. The pain is mostly from the cath site, but paracetamol is killing most of it. I’m in bed, typing this up on the laptop.
On another note, Saturday October 31st was our 31 month anniversary. While it was, no doubt, an extremely difficult month at times, I am hoping that November will be better. Aside from that, I still love Caroline so deeply.
