Wednesday 4 December 2013

Almost free!

This is the transition lounge. It's where you wait to go home. Or more correctly, its where you wait for your paperwork so you can go home. Which can take a while, or so I'm told.

I didn't bother blogging breakfast because it was exactly the same as yesterday. Including the fruit salad that tastes all of pineapple, even though it contained no pineapple at all.

Morning number 2

Hopefully I will be discharged today,  where I may keep up this blog from the lovely Matheson household, or I may not.

Pain and stiffness not nearly as bad as I thought it would all be. This is a definite positive. Very dizzy, definite negative.

It turns out Edward's name is actually Adrian. I know this because he added me on Facebook. Which is some seriously impressive stalking when you consider I got his name wrong.

And here's me on day 3, with a guest appearance by my drains, because everyone wants to start their day with blood filled grenades.

Tuesday 3 December 2013

Dinner!

Check it, my dinner was mostly edible! I didn't actually eat much because I didn't feel that flash but the kumara was good. Sadly it was missing ice cream so no dessert.

...Until Kirsty showed up with a chocolate cigar to celebrate my surgery. Sadly im not feeling all that well,  and im sweating buckets, so eating the cigar shall have to wait.

Lunch

What even is this? Answers on a postcard.

No, I didn't eat any of it.

The lady next door is having a tantrum. No idea why.

Christmas fucking bells

Someone is playing snoopys Christmas. And I still can't set fire to them with my mind. Clearly this upgrade didn't work.

Breakfast

It showed up at 830, being rice bubbles, two bits of bread (no attempt at toast) Fruit salad which looked to have some different fruit in it but tasted entirely of pineapple, and a juice box.

Pain is amping up slowly, very very tired.

Surgical team say I'll get out tomorrow, as expected.

The morning after

So tired. Hospital is loud and bright. They need to be feeding me asap or otherwise im going to muffin break.

Right side of my chest hurts really bad into the arm, left side is fine.

I don't have any diet coke and that is bad.

Night the first

Yay private room. No snorers.

Boo pain. Not enough drugs right now.

Hee they play Coast so I don't have to be without Rachel even here ;-)

Monday 2 December 2013

Crash...

Now that the excitement is over, I am wrecked. And very hot. And sore. And the hospital only gives you an hour of wifi.

Bet you can guess what bit is worst.

Dinner

Hospital food. Gag. Tonight we have  uncooked "Asian greens"  (read: cabbage and spinach), undercooked carrot and parsnip, and spicy pork curry with boil in the bag  rice.

Not a fan of spicy food.

Also a vegetarian.

Ice cream for dinner!

Out of surgery

Covered in betadine and bandages and feeling very hot.

Told all went well. Im pretty happy. They gived me sammiches!

Someone want to give me a cricket update?

Last photo is Edward. Hope he's ok.

Part two

This is of course just after the last one because I am finally getting a chance to blog. Not for lack of waiting around (I arrived at 1030 and its now 1) but because I have been chatting with a cheerful guy named Edward. Seemed rude to blog and talk at the same time. plus I figure this will be much funnier when I am on drugs.

So I am all marked up and in a gown with a blanket and my teddy and I am waiiiiiiting.

Oh, and check out my sexy stockings

Surgery blog!

I'm having surgery today. And because im like that, I'm blogging it.

Picture 1.
me on the train heading to hospital. I am wearing all the lucky clothes I can think of, from superman undies to robot socks to the purple hoodie my friend Joey gave me.

If I look tired, I am. I had to get up at six to have breakfast, and thus my main feel is exhaustion. And thirst. I take meds which cause dry mouth and I cant drink anything.