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Here's an in-depth outline of my laparoscopy yesterday.
I know how useful I found reading other girls stories, so this is for those who are awaiting their op.
Pre-Op
* I was really nervous. I had slice of toast at 7am, and my last sip of water at 10.30am. I was admitted at 11am, and until 4pm I was left alone on the ward, unsure of when I was going to be going down to theatre.
* By about 3.30pm, I was beside myself - so thirsty and week, nearly ran away just then - when they called me down. I was wearing a backless gown and these foam slippers they provided, so I shoved a dressing gown over the top to cover my decency.
* Got taken into a room with 4 anaesthetists in, all of which tried cracking jokes. One was very dishy (more about this later), and the only female one was telling me her husband has a reversed cheque book, when I was complaining about being left-handed.
* They put a mask on my face and they all said "enjoy the ride". By this point I did not feel any different and said "it's not working". They then proceeded with "in 5 seconds Emily, you'll be asleep". At this point I remember thinking "ohhhh this shit is goooooooooood".
During-Op
* I am pleased to say I did not wake up during my operation, which seemed to be my biggest irrational fear.
* I couldn't even tell you how many incisions were made, as I haven't mustered the strength to lift my blood stained top up just yet.
* I know the consultant placed a gas cylinder down first and inflated me with helium, then a light, then scissors, laser and camera in various other points of my body.
* His plan was to diagnose me and laser away any endometriosis he found. I have left out any example pictures of the procedure for those who are a little queasy, but feel free to research the procedure and the condition yourself.
Post-Op
* As I was coming round I was screaming in agony and shouted "I'm gonna be sick".
* A lovely nurse with drugs then came and injected me with more anti-sickness and morphine
* The next thing I remember is turning to the nurse in the recovery room and saying "This morphine thing is amazing. Can you ask the dishy anaesthetist to give me more?" At this point I realise the 'dishy anaesthetist' is stood at the foot of my bed laughing away at me *smacks head*. His name was Mr Smith. Generic but oh so sexy.
* The surgeon then thought it was prime time for him to come tell me what he had discovered. This really annoyed me, as I was so woozy and not with it, I had to ask his staff later on to double check the info. Surgeon found endometriosis in my uterus, pelvic wall and on various ligaments joining my lady-bits together. I was informed that we'd talk more in 3 months time about what Stage I'm at, and what to do next.
* Back on the Ward, a lady opposite me had had a similar procedure the day before, but because they operated on her bowel, she was having to stay in. She told me her surgeon (same as mine) had taken photographs of her endometriosis so she could visualise it. I'm hoping this is true for me too, as although icky, I would be interested to see what has been causing me all this pain and discomfort for so long.
* Oh by the way, did I mention I was absolutely STARVING?! and had dry mouth like Ghandi's slipper. I was very demanding and requested lots of water, and got a cup of tea and some toast, along with another set of painkillers
* I attempted to get up to go to wee, but was so dizzy I fell on the bed. Next thing I know I had two nurses holding my legs. Think this is where I passed out, but details are a little fuzzy. They wheeled in this toilet chair, and asked me to sit on that till I could pee. I sat there and cried, as my dignity was completely gone. I got major stage fright, and informed them that under no circumstances was I going to pee in public on this chair. So off I was wheeled to a private toilets. WHICH I was left in, alone for half an hour. The distress button wasn't working, and I ended up shouting for a porter to go get a nurse, as I was bleeding a lot, and I hadn't been given any proper sanitary wear. This was the most degrading part of my stay. Fucking Hull Royal.
* As I got back to my bed, the nurse realised my IV bag had filled with blood, so I was yanked into a flat position and given all these various checks. My blood pressure was through the roof, and I had a temp of 38.5C. It was then they told me that I wouldn't be going home anytime soon.
* Mum arrived back at this point, and I promptly told her to get the fan blasting on me, as I was absolutely determined to get the hell out there.
* After many tests/checks/drugs, I was sent home at 10pm.
* The doctor insists I go on the only other pill I haven't yet tried, in the vain hope it does more good then harm. I start that tomorrow - we'll see how it goes.
* The drive home was hideous. I was clutching a pillow to try and cushion every pot hole and speed bump. Hull City Council should really do something about the state of their roads, I tell you!
Now
* I am sore
* These paper pants are hideous
* I look like I've been in the ring with Mike Tyson
* I need a wee, but my bladder has forgotten how to due to the catheter, so it takes like twenty minutes, and it's just a trickle
* The trapped helium in my shoulder and under my ribs takes my breath away
I'll update more within the next few days, but to all you Endometriosis ladies, I wanted to share my experience with you, as you've been so great with me.
I know how useful I found reading other girls stories, so this is for those who are awaiting their op.
Pre-Op
* I was really nervous. I had slice of toast at 7am, and my last sip of water at 10.30am. I was admitted at 11am, and until 4pm I was left alone on the ward, unsure of when I was going to be going down to theatre.
* By about 3.30pm, I was beside myself - so thirsty and week, nearly ran away just then - when they called me down. I was wearing a backless gown and these foam slippers they provided, so I shoved a dressing gown over the top to cover my decency.
* Got taken into a room with 4 anaesthetists in, all of which tried cracking jokes. One was very dishy (more about this later), and the only female one was telling me her husband has a reversed cheque book, when I was complaining about being left-handed.
* They put a mask on my face and they all said "enjoy the ride". By this point I did not feel any different and said "it's not working". They then proceeded with "in 5 seconds Emily, you'll be asleep". At this point I remember thinking "ohhhh this shit is goooooooooood".
During-Op
* I am pleased to say I did not wake up during my operation, which seemed to be my biggest irrational fear.
* I couldn't even tell you how many incisions were made, as I haven't mustered the strength to lift my blood stained top up just yet.
* I know the consultant placed a gas cylinder down first and inflated me with helium, then a light, then scissors, laser and camera in various other points of my body.
* His plan was to diagnose me and laser away any endometriosis he found. I have left out any example pictures of the procedure for those who are a little queasy, but feel free to research the procedure and the condition yourself.
Post-Op
* As I was coming round I was screaming in agony and shouted "I'm gonna be sick".
* A lovely nurse with drugs then came and injected me with more anti-sickness and morphine
* The next thing I remember is turning to the nurse in the recovery room and saying "This morphine thing is amazing. Can you ask the dishy anaesthetist to give me more?" At this point I realise the 'dishy anaesthetist' is stood at the foot of my bed laughing away at me *smacks head*. His name was Mr Smith. Generic but oh so sexy.
* The surgeon then thought it was prime time for him to come tell me what he had discovered. This really annoyed me, as I was so woozy and not with it, I had to ask his staff later on to double check the info. Surgeon found endometriosis in my uterus, pelvic wall and on various ligaments joining my lady-bits together. I was informed that we'd talk more in 3 months time about what Stage I'm at, and what to do next.
* Back on the Ward, a lady opposite me had had a similar procedure the day before, but because they operated on her bowel, she was having to stay in. She told me her surgeon (same as mine) had taken photographs of her endometriosis so she could visualise it. I'm hoping this is true for me too, as although icky, I would be interested to see what has been causing me all this pain and discomfort for so long.
* Oh by the way, did I mention I was absolutely STARVING?! and had dry mouth like Ghandi's slipper. I was very demanding and requested lots of water, and got a cup of tea and some toast, along with another set of painkillers
* I attempted to get up to go to wee, but was so dizzy I fell on the bed. Next thing I know I had two nurses holding my legs. Think this is where I passed out, but details are a little fuzzy. They wheeled in this toilet chair, and asked me to sit on that till I could pee. I sat there and cried, as my dignity was completely gone. I got major stage fright, and informed them that under no circumstances was I going to pee in public on this chair. So off I was wheeled to a private toilets. WHICH I was left in, alone for half an hour. The distress button wasn't working, and I ended up shouting for a porter to go get a nurse, as I was bleeding a lot, and I hadn't been given any proper sanitary wear. This was the most degrading part of my stay. Fucking Hull Royal.
* As I got back to my bed, the nurse realised my IV bag had filled with blood, so I was yanked into a flat position and given all these various checks. My blood pressure was through the roof, and I had a temp of 38.5C. It was then they told me that I wouldn't be going home anytime soon.
* Mum arrived back at this point, and I promptly told her to get the fan blasting on me, as I was absolutely determined to get the hell out there.
* After many tests/checks/drugs, I was sent home at 10pm.
* The doctor insists I go on the only other pill I haven't yet tried, in the vain hope it does more good then harm. I start that tomorrow - we'll see how it goes.
* The drive home was hideous. I was clutching a pillow to try and cushion every pot hole and speed bump. Hull City Council should really do something about the state of their roads, I tell you!
Now
* I am sore
* These paper pants are hideous
* I look like I've been in the ring with Mike Tyson
* I need a wee, but my bladder has forgotten how to due to the catheter, so it takes like twenty minutes, and it's just a trickle
* The trapped helium in my shoulder and under my ribs takes my breath away
I'll update more within the next few days, but to all you Endometriosis ladies, I wanted to share my experience with you, as you've been so great with me.
