It’s six days now since my tumours were removed and my arse sealed forever.
This morning the IV and the catheter were removed and a few minutes ago I. Rolled over and got to my feet. Hanging on to my physical nurse I managed to turn around, sit on a chair for a few minutes, stand again whilst my BP went all over the place.
I’m now flat in bed again and hurting but in a couple of hours I’ll be doing the same again, maybe I can take a shower! Bed baths from nurses get a lot of laughs but I just want warm water pouring over me.
I may get to go home tomorrow afternoon if not then definitely the day after.
There’s no other way to put it.
I go into hospital for surgery tomorrow morning.
They will remove and seal up my rectum and then add a new outlet, a stoma, on my front and I’ll use a bag from now on.
The Colostomy bag and Stoma don’t scare me, it’s the surgery. Keyhole so it shouldn’t be too bad but…
I guess I’m lucky but my only experience of surgery was 50 years ago and for damage to my wrist, I got all kinds of promises but it’s never worked properly since. That has to have coloured my views of surgery.
Anyway, I’m currently scared and trying not to think about it, I’ll wake up with a multitude of connections and not be able to move for 5 days. Then it looks like it’s going to take longer than my previous estimates to recover, I may be back to “normal” by the end of March.
So I’ll miss HPA but should be at NAB, the camera tests I intended for February may be delayed until May, no big deal.