Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Coming Round, The op and Recovery plus general catch up!!

coming round
Well I had my surgery today. Although I may not be able to post this till I am home. At the moment I am very drugged up so if I am not making sense, that's my excuse and I am sticking to it!
We had to get the ward for 7am so when someone told us that i may not go down until 1pm I felt like crying my mouth was dry my back however was in bits. I was very surprised to see my husband get all manly and demand that I be given a bed to lay on as I can not sit for long periods.
I'm surprised neither me or my husband launched at the stupid bollocks of a man who speaking at the top his voice said that nhs cuts were because they were paying money on equipment for the army, but he felt that more chairs were more necessary d. i. c. k. head. Personally I would loved to have put him straight, shame we got called out at that moment.
So anyway I have to stay on oxygen pretty much till I leave apparently it helps lower the risks of catching an infection which I do not bloody want thank you very much! I even have my own special toy.  Its called a morphine pump although they have offered me Ketamine as well but this i refused as i would have been put on a ward and taken out of my side which i have luckily acquired.  I cant sleep on wards so i thought it was a fair sacrifice.  They gave me something else instead though but it did begin with a c.  Bit like Gas and Air really!!  Makes me feel like i don't give a flying F***!!

I say i don't give a flying but that was until hubby walked in.  I felt sweet relief as i had my bitch back to run my errands LOL joke.  I sent him to get sweets drink and trashy magazines which always makes a girl feel better, even if at the moment everything is blurry and I am getting the hub to type this, im sure if i put my face close enough to the magazine I will be able to read it! Then for another shock which made me choke a bit. Uncee A the hubs mate had sent me a lovely card wishing the best of luck but it didn't stop there he had also sent me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers which arrived apparently in a nice vase as well. D has some competition for my hand LOL - erm I was dictating to my husband not anymore. I can't believe he has done that, it really is so sweet especially when some of my so called friends couldn't even wish me good luck! (And they are still looking and smelling lush a week on!!)
So uncee A I just want to say a big thank you. You have always been their in the background. As soon as we brought H home from the hospital there was a parcel waiting for us. A Liverpool kit for H. The oh was none to pleased! neither was h come to think of it as no sooner had we put it on she was sick everywhere on the kit.
A week later.
Well the operation had gone well, I was as you can probably tell by the above post as high as a kite on morphine until I asked for the commode. The nurse brought it in. Left me, bear in mind I have just had back surgery and before it I was in a wheelchair, so its been a while since my legs have been used. Anyway I manage to get on the darn thing with the nurse button near me but the morphine button the other end of the bed. So I do my business and 40 yes 40 minutes later someone comes in leaving the door and curtain open whilst I am sat on the commode so obviously pretty stressed in a damn site lot of pain I tell her to close the curtain and I want a formal complaint made. You cannot leave someone like that for that long. Not that they really cared as far as they were concerned they were busy. So I said now I need something else for the pain, because at this point I was crying and on the verge of screaming in pain. The nurse comes in and says to me do I want ketamine. Er no. Don’t fancy being paralysed and hallucinating surely that’s not good for people suffering depression, just come round from surgery and wanting some sleep?!  I want what I had before which had worked. I also want to stay in the side room because of how I'm feeling I wont sleep and don’t want to have other people looking at me or me looking at the horrid blue curtains that they don’t bother closing when you actually need privacy!!
Anyway it took them 3 yes that’s right 3 hours of me screaming and crying in pain before they sent someone. Who got on his high horse when I told him yet again why I didn’t want to take the horse tranquilizer drug. He got the hump and said the one that I wanted meant 25minutes of his time and he would have to do my obs and I wasn’t worth his time as he had more important patients. There was also a third drug but he refused to tell me about it. So after arguing about patient choice for about 20 minutes in which time he could of done it he goes off gets the drug beginning with C which at the start you can see makes me a happy bunny. Except he doesn’t give me a full dose he, he doesn’t check any of my obs. Then he says is that any better, a little but not a lot. Well that will have to do, I have wasted enough time with you and I will not come back down if your in pain and if they do send someone you will have to have ketamine. Thought I didn’t have to do or have anything against my consent!!
Anyway I am a week on the dressing has come off. I can walk slowly with a frame. Sometimes I am brave/ stupid you decide and go without and then have to sit down half way. I have had to come to Swindon for my recovery because the Navy will not allow my husband anymore time off.
I can’t pick up my baby girl for two months but at least when I am led or sat down people can pass her too me for cuddles. I am still going through the whole guilty about everyone else doing everything for her phase on and off. My auntie in Ireland sent a package of clothes over for H and they are adorable, she has great taste! I have managed to end up with lots of visitors which is nice but tiring.
I am going back to Plymouth soon for some appointments one of which is H’s hearing scan results. I am still waiting for my latest MRI results.
Someone who obviously knows me and my husband well-ish is playing games and signing us up for sites that we didn’t join and couldnt have done on some of the dates!  And I don’t just mean dating sites. So we know who-ever it is, is trying to split us up. But they are going to have to wake up a lot earlier than that to catch either of us believing that the other has joined such vulgar sites. This has happened tonight and me and the hub are wondering if we can get the police involved whether we should? What would you do. Its beyond a joke now. And can only be one of a few people. So passwords and emails and other things may have to be changed!
But other than that all is fine and dandy here! I feel better being able to walk again. I am managing to reduce my diazepam which has got to be good, and take the oral morph less often because its yucky! Although I am still getting very sleepy pockets during the day or evening where if I don’t go to sleep I will pass out. On that note I am going now as this post has been long enough. But then again it has been a week that I, Mrs Gabby Guts has tried to condense!!!

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Pet Peeves

Anyway last night was a pretty bad night, every time I had to get up to pee, which is often, poor hubby, I was in tears. Just standing up took such a huge effort, sitting down the same again. My legs were that weak I couldn't lift the wheelchair foot thingy ma bobs up.

Thankfully though I have an amazing husband who makes me laugh. We were sat having a cigarette last night and started talking about how would a mum who's in a wheelchair with a baby do things like go out to shop? I know there's online shopping but its not the same!

Then somehow we came on to the conversation of pet hates. Now as I said to D one of my biggest pet hates, and this will sound strange, is that we have to pay for sanitary towels or tampons. What do blokes have to pay for?! Its just not on.

The hub then had me cracking up saying about razors and how it always annoys him when he sees an advert basically saying 'look at our new razor, our old one is crap you must rush out and buy the new one NOW!' Well his argument to that is, why do they make crap products in the first place!

Also the hubby has a huge thing about the blame society, the society of suing. Now I can kind of see his point. Especially with things like whiplash. There really is no way to medically prove that the victim did suffer whiplash. As I pointed out to him yes accidents do happen, but when they shouldn't have because there was an easy way to resolve it and it potentially causes life long problems for the person, then why shouldn't they sue?

I have to admit though, when watching Super Size Me I was gobsmacked at the two girls trying to sue McDonald's for them being overweight. That's ridiculous, its not like anyone forced them in there at gun point and made them eat it. Thankfully it got thrown out. The only reason it got thrown out? Was because they couldn't prove it was the McDonald's food that made them fat. Hang on a minute what about free will? It was there choice to go in there and eat it. If they cant eat properly its not really the companies fault.

 Then there is the other time that the McDonald's got sued which astounded me that it won. Basically someone went in to McDonald's and ordered a coffee then spilt it over themselves. They then took the case to court as there was no warning label on the cup. HELLO! Whats wrong with these people? Coffee is hot, it is made from boiling water, what do you expect?! So now when you next have a cup of coffee in there and see caution hot, you will know how that came about.

Then another favourite case of mine. Cruise control, everyone who drives will know that basically it keeps speed constant. You still have to steer. Also watch the road in case you need to brake. So anyway some chappy gets his new car with cruise control. Puts it on and then climbs in to the back of the car. Yup you guessed it, he crashed. But his case won because nowhere in the manual did it say that you had to steer!

Also another peeve, magazines. I love picking up a magazine with true life stories. You know what gets me? When you have paid about £1 for a nice big magazine, bit of trashy reading time and BAM. Adverts pretty much every blinking page! Now I know they have to make a profit, but I would rather pay a bit more to not have adverts thrown in my face constantly. Its bad enough on TV where the adverts seem to happen every five minutes and is it just me or have the adverts got longer and the programmes shorter???

Well that's my ramblings for tonight, I've probably bored you all to sleep. Do you have a pet peeve? If so drop me a comment I would love to know what it is!