I'm going to make this as short as possible because I'm hoping I've at least got the energy to pop over to wifey's blog and check out the pay it forward thingy when I'm done here. So...
There was an awesome firework display somewhere near enough to the hospital for me to hear it perfectly with the window open (probably Swansea's anual display). So I spent Wednesday evening listening to that. Was just dozing off when a stupid male nurse decided to wake me up to ask a stupid question. An argument followed because he claimed to know more about my sleeping pattern than I do, and because he was stupid enough to tell me the contents of my notes is none of my buisness... And, because the idiot woke me up, which all the rest of the nurses have learned is a big no-no. But this idiot obviously had a death wish. LOL! After that I had a bad night... Like I knew I would because I'd been pulled awake before I was ready... And nurse "I've-got-a-death-wish" decided to be dumb enough to come in when I was up and eating breakfast and ask me if I was in a better mood. *Shaking head*... Some people never learn!
They gave me an early breakfast Thursday morning because I was first afternoon appointment. And, 1:30 pm I was heading for the opperating theatre like I was meant to be. The time after this op may have been uneventful if it hadn't been for the nurse who held my hands down when I went to hold my own mask (it's the deal I have with the anesthatist... The mask can stay on if I'm the one holding it). And if they hadn't said about moving me. I tried being nice and just telling them it would be better not to. But, no... They weren't listening to niceness. First they ignored me, then they did two mega huge no-nos for anyone who's getting stressed... Told me to "shut up" and to "calm down." Big mistake on their part. Especially when the sentence "I've been working with blind people for more than 5 years, so I know what I'm doing better than you do," was included. Since when does a sighted person with 5 years of experience with blind people know more about them than a blind person with almost 24 years experience of eyesight issues? So I told her....
Me: I think I might know a bit more about blind people than you
Nurse 1: I doubt that... I know what I'm doing...
Me: If you really knew what you were doing then you'd know how stupid you are for wanting to move a blind person. Don't you think the world is confusing enough without you making things worse?
Nurse 1: I thought I told you to shut up!
Me: Don't you tell me to shut up! I wont shut up! You listen to me! You CAN'T move me! What's the point of me being put in a room and shown where stuff is if you're just going to move me out of it?
Nurse 2: Calm down... She knows what she's doing!
Me: I wont calm down! And if she knew what she was doing then she would know not to move me from MY room!
Nurse 2: Calm down... You'll start having trouble breathing.
Me: Well, as long as I'm shouting at you, I'm obviously breathing fine... Duh!
Nurse 1: We need to move you in with others so we can...
Me: Don't tell me... Keep an eye on me better?
Nurse 3: Yes
Me: Well, if you answered the damn buzzers you'd be able to keep an eye on me properly without moving me!
Nurse 2: We do answer the buzzers properly
Me: Yeah, right! This isn't my first hospital trip... I'm not stupid! I know how long it takes to get the buzzers answered! I timed them the last couple of times... If I was buzzing because I wasn't breathing I'd be long dead by now! You don't answer the buzzers properly! And don't tell me you do!
Nurse 2 (clearly not sure what to do now): Well, how about we see what the ward nurse says?
Me: Alright... But if she says I'm being moved then I'm going to have to yell at you some more!
Lucky for them (and my throat) the ward nurse didn't want me moved.
The only other issue I had was with the IV thing in my hand... I don't know why - maybe because of all the times they've forced veins up on my hands? - But after my op it started burning around the area it was in. By the time I'd been crying for three hours about it and was at the stage where I was literally begging for it to be taken out (and telling them I was just about ready to pull it out myself) my whole hand felt like it was on fire, and the burning was heading up my arm. My Dad went to talk to a nurse... All he said was, "Get this out of her hand... Please!" And within 30 seconds a nurse was pulling it out of my hand. I can't tell you how relieved I was! It stopped burning almost straight away... Apart from the odd twinge I've had. But even those are dying down now.
As for the op itself...
Though the implant was exposed in front it was very well anchored in the back, so he had to pretty much hack it out, which is why I'm so sore. The good thing is though that - unless I get an infection bad enough to need antibiotics via a drip - there's not really anything else that will need doing to this eye socket (apart from sorting the artificial eye).
I've got a plastic shell thing in to help it keep it's shape while it heals. I'm on antibiotic tablets, antibiotic drops and pain killers. And I'm seeing my specialist on Monday to see how it's doing. In theory it should heal itself some time in the very near future. In the meantime it's a bit gunky, but at least the level of blood escaping from it has drastically decreased. The first couple of days after the op it bled a lot. I think the actual blood has stopped now though. And the swelling (and level of pain) has gone down a lot too. He said it was normal for it to bleed as much as it did. That's why I had to stay in until Friday. If it wasn't for the fact he needed to know exactly how much it was bleeding he'd have let me come home late Thursday evening. But he needed to know how much it was bleeding, and he needed people on hand in case it bled so much I went in to shock from blood loss or something.
All for now... I'm tired!
Enjoy whatever's left of your day! :)