Slowly recovering. Couple of minor setbacks so I’m pleased to be seeing the practice nurse tomorrow when she will be removing 14 of these small instruments of torture –
Positive report of the hospital on the whole. There was the usual waiting for a bed, 7.30am until 2.30pm and not down to theatre until 3.30pm, by which time I had the mother of all headaches courtesy of nothing to drink since 6am. Just before they put me under they were having problems with my blood pressure, apparently it was extremely low, they commented that they knew I was alive because I had a good pulse, I commented that at least my headache wasn’t due to a stroke. Always a pragmatist, that’s me.
I loved oramorph, until it made me violently sick, at which point the nurses decided that I was ‘sensitive’ to it so stopped giving it to me anyway. Instead they decided that codeine phosphate was the way forward. I was not happy with this as I know it causes constipation, and this was not a direction I wished to head in so, as a compromise, I requested that I be given lactulose. That was a ‘no go’ as I wasn’t written up for it. I suggested that this surely wasn’t a problem as lactulose is a PGD so they could prescribe it, none of them have their PGD’s. and it was the weekend so doctors were not readily available, I never got my lactulose but guess what I did get. I have no idea why Dr Crippen is getting so wound up about nurse professionals doing a doctor’s job as locally they cannot even prescribe an over the counter aperient.
Enough grumbles. I’m alive. I didn’t contract an hospital acquired infection and hopefully I will be able to laugh about things in a couple of days time.