Anyone ever signed up for something and looked at what they had signed afterwards and thought "crumbs how did that happen?!".
I went to the hospital today and saw a very nice lady, a Consultant Gynaecologist. I came away having signed a consent form for a (deep breath) Robotic Laparascopic total hysterectomy and bilateral salpingo-oopherectomy.
Don't get me wrong, it's what I've wanted all along, but as I made my way to my fourth pre surgery assessment clinic in less than 12 months I did fleetingly wonder how it all came to this. They've not quite reserved me my own chair in the pre assessment waiting room yet but my acquired nonchalance meant that even when I ended up with the slightly eccentric but sweet nurse doing my bloods I didn't even mind. Good thing too as it turns out, given that once the needle was in she promptly dropped one of the tubes on the floor and had to bend down and pick it up whilst holding the needle still in my vein. She said that had never happened to her before. I'd rather she bent down than took the needle out and stuck me again though!
Anyway back to the robot. Apparently I am an ideal candidate for keyhole surgery using the robot device. Great, off we go with that then. I shall be asleep so it is not really my concern whether R2-D2 performs my op, as long as he does a reasonable job.
The date of the surgery is 4th March. I already know I am on the afternoon list so at least I will be able to have breakfast and there won't be any waiting at hospital from 7.30am until 4.30pm hell, like last time.
Thursday 30 January 2014
Friday 17 January 2014
In which hospital becomes a daily routine
Well it's been a while since I updated but if you assumed that meant that I'd been lying around doing nothing then to be honest, you wouldn't be that far off the mark.
I started 15 daily sessions of radiotherapy on 2nd January - Happy New Year to me...
My first few appointments were at 11.45 and I have to say, that appointment time was hugely irritating. What the hell has happened to hospital parking?? Now I have been coming to the place since April last year and I thought I had got to know the good and bad times for parking. However there has now been a complete shift back to the bad old days of not being able to get a space unless you arrive by 9am. What's that all about? It's not a gym for Christ's sake, it's not like everyone makes a bloody resolution to go to hospital more frequently in January!! I certainly didn't, anyway, although clearly that's how it has turned out given that I've been there every weekday since 2nd January now.
After a few 11.45 appointments I shifted to my requested earlier time of 9.30 which is much better for parking.
The radiotherapy itself involves a 15 minute session being 13 minutes of getting undressed, lying on a table and being manipulated to the nearest millimetre whilst imitating a dead weight and 2 minutes of being left alone in the room listening to the likes of Lenny Kravitz and Paul Young (hadn't heard "Every time you go away" for ages, quite enjoyed it) while a huge arm/beam device moves around targeting specific points on the chest wall with a radiation beam. They always put a jelly like pad on me first which kids the machine in to thinking there is tissue there - as opposed to skin and bone - as apparently otherwise the machine will give its best dose too far in to the chest whereas they want it to hit the chest wall itself. Tedious technical lecture over, moving on now.
The staff are all very nice but noted some of them have very cold hands.
There has been one day when treatment was aborted as the machine broke down. Apparently this is not a major problem and they have just added an extra day on at the end.
As for side effects, I'm getting a pinkish area at the site being treated. Looks like sunburn but you can't feel it like sunburn. The head radiotherapy
lady keeps shaking her head and saying there is a definite risk of the skin "breaking down". Having had chemo I'm now familiar with the throwing-all-possible-side-effects-out-there-in-the-hope-that-if-they-don't-in-fact-occur-the-patients-will-think-everything-is-just-dandy technique and I hope that is what is going to apply here. I shall keep on applying the aqueous cream and we will see.
In other news I have received my free prescription card. The mind boggles at the number of things I could now potentially obtain entirely gratis!
Also, Christmas happened. It was nice family time but frustrating being forbidden from even peeling a potato. I'm pleased to report that after a second course of antibiotics prescribed by my surgeon on Christmas Eve the infection seems to have passed and the range of movement in the arm has started to improve too. By itself. Now I don't want to discredit the exercises they recommended doing, but they didn't feel right so I stopped them. In some cases perhaps there is a school of thought which suggests that the concept of "Physio" is possibly no different to the concept of "Time".
Happy New Year one and all.
I started 15 daily sessions of radiotherapy on 2nd January - Happy New Year to me...
My first few appointments were at 11.45 and I have to say, that appointment time was hugely irritating. What the hell has happened to hospital parking?? Now I have been coming to the place since April last year and I thought I had got to know the good and bad times for parking. However there has now been a complete shift back to the bad old days of not being able to get a space unless you arrive by 9am. What's that all about? It's not a gym for Christ's sake, it's not like everyone makes a bloody resolution to go to hospital more frequently in January!! I certainly didn't, anyway, although clearly that's how it has turned out given that I've been there every weekday since 2nd January now.
After a few 11.45 appointments I shifted to my requested earlier time of 9.30 which is much better for parking.
The radiotherapy itself involves a 15 minute session being 13 minutes of getting undressed, lying on a table and being manipulated to the nearest millimetre whilst imitating a dead weight and 2 minutes of being left alone in the room listening to the likes of Lenny Kravitz and Paul Young (hadn't heard "Every time you go away" for ages, quite enjoyed it) while a huge arm/beam device moves around targeting specific points on the chest wall with a radiation beam. They always put a jelly like pad on me first which kids the machine in to thinking there is tissue there - as opposed to skin and bone - as apparently otherwise the machine will give its best dose too far in to the chest whereas they want it to hit the chest wall itself. Tedious technical lecture over, moving on now.
The staff are all very nice but noted some of them have very cold hands.
There has been one day when treatment was aborted as the machine broke down. Apparently this is not a major problem and they have just added an extra day on at the end.
As for side effects, I'm getting a pinkish area at the site being treated. Looks like sunburn but you can't feel it like sunburn. The head radiotherapy
lady keeps shaking her head and saying there is a definite risk of the skin "breaking down". Having had chemo I'm now familiar with the throwing-all-possible-side-effects-out-there-in-the-hope-that-if-they-don't-in-fact-occur-the-patients-will-think-everything-is-just-dandy technique and I hope that is what is going to apply here. I shall keep on applying the aqueous cream and we will see.
In other news I have received my free prescription card. The mind boggles at the number of things I could now potentially obtain entirely gratis!
Also, Christmas happened. It was nice family time but frustrating being forbidden from even peeling a potato. I'm pleased to report that after a second course of antibiotics prescribed by my surgeon on Christmas Eve the infection seems to have passed and the range of movement in the arm has started to improve too. By itself. Now I don't want to discredit the exercises they recommended doing, but they didn't feel right so I stopped them. In some cases perhaps there is a school of thought which suggests that the concept of "Physio" is possibly no different to the concept of "Time".
Happy New Year one and all.
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