Operation!
You're the doctor got the patients on the run
Operation!
I have to admit I don't remember seeing 'thymus' on the organs to remove from this patient in this game, but I did enjoy playing it when I was younger. And at times during my long wait I did have this song in my head.
Anyway, if you don't like reading all you need to know is that the operation was a sucess (ie, they got my thymus out using a robotic and minimally invasive method). I have to wait up to a year to see if there will be any changes in my symptoms for the myasthenia gravis. For those who like reading, below is a blow-by-blow account of the operation!
Day 0: Dave and I arrived at St Vincent's public hospital at 06:30 to be told that I had been cancelled from the operation list. Well that was true as far as they could tell and that I should just sit over there and wait. After a 1.5 hour wait Dave urged me to go and ask. No change in information. A short wait later and we were back on. By 09:00 I had a hospital bracelet on my wrist and by 09:30 I was in a gown barely covering my dignity. I spent some hours languishing around in a bed waiting with a whole lot of other patients and then when the theatre staff 'found me' they whisked me up to the operating suite (apparently I was lost and this will not be the only time this will happen). I think this was about 11:00. I waited and waited and waited. So long I got to experience my first bed pan. Anyway eventually the surgeon turned up, consented me (nurses cannot do this), the anaesthetist gave me some drugs (assuring me that I was just to take his bill to medicare for payment - how good is public hospital care?). And before I knew it I was awake in the intensive care department (ICU). I am sure if David could tell this story it would involve a whole lot more waiting and another story of me being 'lost'!
You can see me clutching the PCA |
Day 1: In the morning they took my PCA off me (and my catheter)!! And I was able to sit in a chair to eat my breakfast. I was also able to vomit that breakfast right back up again. Everywhere. It is common for the morphine to make people sick and this time didn't disappoint. They moved me to a lower care ICU bed, but only because they couldn't find me a bed on the ward. I shouldn't complain because here I was getting one to one care - but I really wasn't sick enough to be in ICU anymore. Over this day they delivered small amounts of morphine through my central line (just near my collarbone I had some tubes coming out of me, this was great because it meant I didn't need to get needles. I also still had lines going into my wrist for them to take blood from (also fewer needles).
Body function 2: the wee bag |
Body function1: the drain juice |
I ate dinner tonight. But I think Dave ate more of it than me.
I think I remember the physio coming by today too - you just have to do a bit of huffing that leads to painful coughing. What I was bringing up was thick and green and gross. I had a rolled up towel that I held against my wounds when I had to cough, move or breathe deeply.
Day 3: Today was the day. They had found me a bed. Someone on the ward had been well enough to go home or sick enough to die. I was happy. I also had a shower today. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the bathroom but the nurse had to go back and get some morphine (to go in the central line) to help me cope with it. After my shower I just managed toast, I wasn't going to risk the eggs again. After another long wait I was transferred by wheelchair to the ward. I have to say that I was almost well enough to walk myself to the ward. Once I was on the ward I was really enjoying being able to walk around. I also found the ice machine and was a very happy camper. I went ice crazy.
Day 3 was marred by the offer of a suppository. One of the downsides of morphine is that it sets your poo like cement. I went to town with the prune juice, the fig paste - but no movement. I held out for the suppository in the hope that my body would move things along naturally.
I was also able to watch a little bit of TV today. Dave had brought along the new episode of breaking bad and we watched most of it. It was near impossible to watch it due to the fact that my eastern suburbs neighbour was listening to her wireless - at the volume she needed it one could assume that she was legally deaf. Today I also got a visit from the gorgeous Lou and her Harry - they gave me the yummiest home made cookies that I munched on immediately. Poor Harry I think I scared him a little with my pain wince.
Day 4: The doctors arrived on mass with notepads and professionalism, suggesting that I was well enough to go home. Discharge was underway. Well first I needed to have an x-ray to check that my lung was up and healthy. With that completed I confessed to the headache that was concentrated on my left eye. I went for a walk to try and ease the ache and returned to find my bed stripped and my belongings packed up! But this headache was a stroke concern. Since I couldn't wait on my bed I had to wait in the patient area until the headache subsided. Comical, if I wasn't actually sick.
Eventually I was able to leave the hospital and go home. On reflection I think that the care I received in the hospital was just excellent. It makes me sad to think how the daily bed battle must waste so much time. My brother visited someone in the same hospital who had advanced liver cancer and had had an aneurysm overnight - he was in a chair in the Emergency Department because they couldn't find him a bed!! Also I don't think the hospital was very clean. The bathroom, shared between four of us, had poo on the seat for more than 12 hours.
Anyway, enough moaning about the public health system. The operation went well and the surgeon was very happy. The initial pathology suggests no tumour. The neurologist seems happy too. I don't really have a change in my symptoms, that should play out over the next year or so. I am just on Mestinon for my symptoms and mostly they are mild. The neurologist has also suggested that I can monitor and ammend my own medication, depending on my needs.
It has now been two weeks since my operation. Each day I can do something new. From sleeping sitting up (day 5), to lying down (day 6) to wearing a bra (day 9) to sleeping on my belly (day 10) to having a glass of wine (day 11). I will start a job on day 21, I could probably work this week too. I only hope that my energy levels stack up.