P-P-P-P-Poke of your life, P-P-P-Part 2

Greetings, your saviour has returned, slightly less worse for wear than last time, but with similar memories of my second poking of the year!

The appointment time was for 8am on Thursday, so we got there just before and waited in the same seats as we did before, with similar-looking men, all looking suitably uncomfortable for their 'journey' ahead.

Strangely enough, I was called in first (suppose they could get the hardened, battle-weary one out of the way first), so I went in, spoke to the anaesthesiologist (ooh, hark at me without using spellcheck!), who seemed to be some form of Harry Enfield character, always a good sign when you are going under the knife! Then I had a chat to the consultant, who asked me various standard questions that he ticked off on a sheet, and who I am starting to know like an old friend now, and finally I was called into the seats just outside the theatre to wait before I was called in.

At about 9.30 I was called in by a young-ish chap who had the most unfortunate stutter i've ever heard. Fortunately he was asking the exact same questions as the consultant and nurse before him, so I could answer the questions before he had even asked them, so the conversation went something like this:

'H-h-h-have you t-t-taken off all your j-j-j-j-j-j-j..'
'Jewellry, yes I've taken off all my jewellry'
'G-g-g-good, h-h-h-have you g-g-got any a-a-a'
'Allergies, No I've got no allergies'
'C-c-c-can you s-s-s'
'Sign here, yes, here you go'

And on and on it went, it must have taken the poor chap 5 minutes to ask me a few questions, and then he turned out to be the anaesthesiologists assistant (try saying that after a few pints!), which was uncomfortable viewing, but fortunately for me I was knocked out fairly quickly.

I awoke to find myself in a small, open ward, with a couple of other recovering chaps lying on the same, small bed (no, not the same small bed, we all had a bed each u numpties!), that was very uncomfortable, and, because I am slightly taller than a hobbit child, left my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. The consultant had told me that this time, I was going to be sent home in the early afternoon, rather than keep me in for observation like I was before, and so I was 'unhooked' from an awkwardly placed catherta fairly quickly, which was a blessed relief.

As I wasn't in for the night, all I received was a couple of digestive biccies, a very nice ham sarnie, and endless amounts of cups of tea, before I gingerly made my way to the waiting area, where mom picked me up after about half an hour.

The results of the poking were immaterial, as I had decided beforehand with the consultant that I was going to take the easy, and possibly safer, way out of this mess and have a complete reconstruction of the problem area, which means an appointment will be dropping through my door in the next week or so from a consultant plastic surgeon in Dudley, who will see what he can do to correct the problem. So hopefully this will be the start of the end of my medical problems, although thats what I thought last time!

The good news from all of this is that, becuase they sent me home early, the anaesthetic hadn't worn off properly by thursday night, so I went from being full of energy one minute, to falling asleep instantly the next. And the cold that was coming on, and that I had spent loads of money on at the beginning of the week, went by the time I had woken up, as they had given me some antibiotics to cure any infection from the operation, so thats always a bonus!

Anyway thats about it from me, this week I shall be mostly revising for my exam towards the end of the month, so plenty of lovely late nights for me, even though I have the week off work to recover. So until then, ttfn!