Friday, 9 October 2015
Anyone for a Game of Operation?
I'm sure they mucked up my internal clock though. My op was due for 11 in the morning, should have taken about an hour but it was well on in the afternoon before I became aware of the time. It must have been wrongly set. My dearly beloved visited me between 6 and 8 but exhaustion took me under as soon as she left and I dozed off. I remember making a conscious effort to get into a proper sleep about 11, I was really tired.
I think I had a really really long sleep as I woke up in darkness but with a glow of light in the corner behind my bedscreens. Dawn I thought, I couldn't see the ward clock but my phone led me to believe it was 7.40. Damn, I've missed my 6 am blood pressure test and the start of my timed drug regime. A second look at my phone suggested it was actually 1.40, you know a 1 is a slim 7. OK, back to sleep, that didn't work, I gave up trying at 5.30 and started to read my book as I knew they'd come for me at 6. They did.
They've let me home, took a box of chocolates as part payment, they didn't let me have my gall bladder or the gall stones. The only proof of the operation is a typed sheet of paper with some illegible signatures, the dressings on my belly and the pain.
And we didn't win the footie!