10.15am and we are due to get a lift from Brian who is taking us to the Cowes ferry terminal courtesy of Wessex cancer trust. There is no sign of him yet. Why do I have to experience so much stress from these minor issues when there are such major problems to face? It all seems too much sometimes. I just want things to go more smoothly. At 10.20 I ring the trust trying to quell my rising panic. The co-ordinator says that if he hasn't arrived by 10.30 I should call back and she will try to arrange alternative transport. He arrives finally at 10.25 - what a relief.
There is not long to wait for the Red Jet and we are in Southampton by 11.45. When we present ourselves in F6 I am greeted with: " Oh yes, we were expecting you". Phew! That's a first!
The nurse processes me quite quickly once she realises I had the embolisation at the end of February and am not in for another! She can see I am in pain and exhausted so arranges for me to lie on the trolley and sleep for a couple of hours. They eventually find a bed for me in F7. As I settle in I can hear three patients moaning and crying vociferously. This does not augur well. I am delighted when two out of the three are going home today, leaving just the one, whom I will refer to as Moaning Minnie.
Perhaps it was the journey or the stress, but after two weeks at home, when I was not at all nauseous I suddenly feel sick and vomit several times. Not a great start! No one has explained yet what this procedure involves in detail and I am feeling nervous. What will happen to me?
A doctor comes round about 8pm but knows nothing to do with my case; she is just there to prescribe drugs. Without her prescription I am not even allowed the regular Clexane injection.
Moaning Minnie cries all evening and almost drives the nurses to despair. She screams if they just touch her. I have asked the doc for a sleeping tablet so that I don't have to listen to the incessant incantations of: " Ohhhhhh I can't bear this any more. Please help me. Too much pain". Yet she refuses to take pain killers.
I am 'nil by mouth' from 6am tomorrow. I so wish someone would talk to me in detail about what to expect. The nurse assures me it will all be explained in radiology . I am due down there at 1pm. I hope that I will be returned to this ward. I go walkabout and discover TWO bathrooms, one with shower, PLUS a separate shower cubicle.
It won't be so bad here after all....
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