I rang the clinic this morning and it transpires that my appointment was in fact this for afternoon.
I crawled off to bed feeling somewhat poorly, and set every available alarm clock in the house in the hope I would awake in time. As it was to transpire there was no chance of a lie in. The world and his wife seem to want to get a hold of me today, first the post man came knocking at my door, bleary eyed and unable to find my dressing gown I staggered to the door. The the phone rang, then it rang again, and again. At 2pm I gave up and got up.
Due to the ridiculous car parking fees at my local hospital which I think are theft in its own right, what you have a loved on dying in that hospital? no one should be expected to pay to visit a dying or seriously ill loved one. Anyway I digress that is material for another post. I took the bus up to the hospital and discovered that were I will be having the op is in another part of the hospital, it's newly built and rather nice but such a trek to get to I eventually found where I was meant to be.
I took a seat in the waiting area, carefully noting after the events of last night were the loo is and waited. Shortly a nurse attired in a purple uniform, called for me.
I tootled in and she ran through a questionnaire checked my lung function and said that all would fine for the op, I was concerned that my severe asthma may prevent me but I appears not I was apparently the fittest patient she had seen that day despite my repeat script spanning three pages. She did, however say that while the intention is to do it as a day case because of my asthma there would be a ward bed available to me should I require it. I am sure my friends spare bed will be the much better option and there is a less likely chance that I will come home with pressure damage, there is a bet flying round work that I am bound to come home with pressure sores after been in the hospital given that most of the residents that we get back from the hospital come back with pressure damage.
Any way that's phase one over and done with, next phase is to see the surgeon next month, followed by the anesthetist in June and finally the op on the 26th of June its self.
I crawled off to bed feeling somewhat poorly, and set every available alarm clock in the house in the hope I would awake in time. As it was to transpire there was no chance of a lie in. The world and his wife seem to want to get a hold of me today, first the post man came knocking at my door, bleary eyed and unable to find my dressing gown I staggered to the door. The the phone rang, then it rang again, and again. At 2pm I gave up and got up.
Due to the ridiculous car parking fees at my local hospital which I think are theft in its own right, what you have a loved on dying in that hospital? no one should be expected to pay to visit a dying or seriously ill loved one. Anyway I digress that is material for another post. I took the bus up to the hospital and discovered that were I will be having the op is in another part of the hospital, it's newly built and rather nice but such a trek to get to I eventually found where I was meant to be.
I took a seat in the waiting area, carefully noting after the events of last night were the loo is and waited. Shortly a nurse attired in a purple uniform, called for me.
I tootled in and she ran through a questionnaire checked my lung function and said that all would fine for the op, I was concerned that my severe asthma may prevent me but I appears not I was apparently the fittest patient she had seen that day despite my repeat script spanning three pages. She did, however say that while the intention is to do it as a day case because of my asthma there would be a ward bed available to me should I require it. I am sure my friends spare bed will be the much better option and there is a less likely chance that I will come home with pressure damage, there is a bet flying round work that I am bound to come home with pressure sores after been in the hospital given that most of the residents that we get back from the hospital come back with pressure damage.
Any way that's phase one over and done with, next phase is to see the surgeon next month, followed by the anesthetist in June and finally the op on the 26th of June its self.
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