All marked up and ready for action. This was me yesterday. But let’s back up a bit to Thursday shall we. I had been instructed to check in to the hospital at 1pm on Thursday to stay overnight prior to my foot op on the Friday.
All started off well with Sue driving me in and chatting over coffee to try to keep my nerves in check. I then dutifully appeared at the ward only to be told there was no room at the proverbial inn and there had been bit of a cock-up in the old admin dept. What to do? Sue had left and I was standing there bag in hand and a fiver in my pocket, hardly enough to get to Glasgow far less home. Did this do anything for the old blood pressure, oh yes, stress was bubbling away and panic about to erupt.
But help and a hotel room were at hand when the kindly receptionist told me they would put me up in the adjoining hotel (remember this used to be a posh private place built by the Americans and even had it’s own hotel for relatives to stay in), so I had rather smart digs for the night, not bad when I had thought i would be in a hospital ward!
Back at the real world – hospital- at 7.30am and I am ready for action, well as ready as I will ever be, heart pounding and wondering if I could still make a fast get-away and was all this what I really wanted to do. Had a severe talk to myself and remained in the seat, deep breaths and just get on with it.
Five hours later and numerous visits from the surgeon, his assistant, a rather gorgeous Italian anaesthetist with a voice that dreams are made of and various nurses bearing pills and potions.
My last visitor was the physiotherapist who came armed with a pair of crutches and a rather alarming looking shoe that bore no resemblance whatsoever to anything that Jimmy Choo would produce, this was more along the lines of Jimmy Who. This rockin’ footwear is to be my ‘dancing shoe’ for the next 6 weeks – how delicate, how feminine, what joy!
Finally I am off to the operating theatre and all chance of escape has gone. But come on, who would really try to escape wearing a hospital tie at the back gown and paper panties – even I have my fashion standards!
Blood pressure behaves and is normal, everything is very calm, well everyone apart from me who is gibbering a lot of rubbish to anyone who even looks like they might be listening.
Needles, drips, monitors and the last thing I hear is that beautiful Italian accent as I dift off to the land of nod.
Awake 2 1/2 hours later to find metal pins sticking out of alarmingly pink toes and lots of bandages. Having always had unfortunately large feet I now have graduated to Hobbit status at least on one foot, maybe I am now a Hoppit and should go on a one footed quest somewhere rather magical. You can tell there is morphine in my system with thoughts like these.
Blood pressure decides on change of direction and freaks everyone out by plummeting floorwards. Hang around for a few more hours with lots of tests before they allow me to leave. Have to say that the staff were amazing and made a nasty sore business a hell of a lot more bearable.
A lift home from MrX nextdoor and I am now ensconced on the sofa for the next he place is all set up like mission control and Idgy primed to make tea etc. Cats taking full advantage and even Finzean has had to climb all over me and take a look at this strange metallic foot.
So this is the first of my sofa diaries, hope you will stick with me. Oh and thanks to Daisy for the gorgeous get well card, you are a star!
Hope your weekend is more exciting than mine.