As the surgeon had promised the pain was considerably less than when I had my shoulder surgery in March, I wasn’t even needing paracetamol. a relief considering the drastic weight loss I had experienced with the tramadol last time around. So I just laid about in my new ward napping and playing on my phone. It was a bit like being back in freshers (just with slightly more wires hooked up reading my vital signs).
After a couple of hours I was moved over to my own room as I was the patient deemed most likely to be able to cope on my own without a nurse fluttering about 24/7.
Now this was better, room to myself with an en suite and visitors at any time. This could have potential for a few days!
However after a nap and an hour or so of visiting time my surgeon appeared for a chat. I was allowed to return home and wait there for a call to discuss the biopsy results in a week to ten days. Bad timing as I would’ve happily got used to this VIP room for a few days, but still being at home was far preferable to sitting in the Heath hooked up to monitors and blood pressure cuffs day in day out.
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