Home. The last to leave..but leave I did. It all went smoothly and the day surgery unit felt more like a B&B than a hospital. My nurse Carol was arguably the shiniest, smiliest human I have ever encountered. The anaesthetist listened carefully to all my worries about shy veins and the subsequent destruction of them. He even had a bowl of hot water waiting in the anaesthetic suite to pop them out in a gentle fashion. Cannula in first time..than’ ya very much. And my wee family got to hang out with me almost the whole time. NHS at its awesome best.
When my surgeon drew this rather random arrow on me I was equal parts reassured the right boob was being operated on and completely thrown by being marked up like a tree for trimming. It turned out though that only half the original wound was sliced open again and extra tissue was only taken from one side. A pleasant surprise, we don’t get many of those. An added bonus is the surgeon snapped my stiff tendon back into action like one of those chemical glowsticks. I have almost full use of my arm again.
This is the after shot. The op was about an hour and a lovely Spanish nurse called Nuria was there when I awoke. I regaled her with tales of my many adventures with Pimentos de Padrons. No singing though. I recovered really quickly with only a minor episode of “there’s blood everywhere” when a little build up popped out of the wound. One new gown and a bit of pressure on the wound and all was well. Hopefully that will be it but as my nurse says ‘better out than in’.
Off to bed with me now. I’ve got my array of drugs displayed before me for whatever comes next. I’m thinking it won’t be too bad. Biggest love to you all. We’re one step closer to clear.