|'Yup, I can sleep anywhere, actually I am sleeping right now'!|
|Written on foot, 'Not this one'... hehe|
As usual the gown and panties where stunning hospital attire... The view from my room was worth the five hundred dollar bill! You could see right out to sea.
|The gown! (not the panties ha ha)|
Being taken down to the surgical rooms I was very embarrassed to be moved via wheel chaired. I had to wait while the doctor and nurse had a wee disagreement. He asked for a new skin graft tool to be used on me, she proceeded to say;
"Have you used it before? "Have you watched the DVD like I told you?"
"No", he said.
They both went off to a supply cupboard and 'had a chat'. The trainee doctor who has been shadowing the surgeon turned to me and said, "You'll be fine"... I then looked up at her and I smiled wondering who looked more anxious me or her? The next dispute was who was to put the drip needle in. When the conversation is "well if you tell me what to do I will give it a go" left me even more anxious. Thankfully the kind anesthetist told her assistant that it was his job to do and if he didn't want to do it, she will! He did end up doing it an very painfully it was put in and soon after that I remember nothing until I woke up and Husband was back with the kids...
Today I am awfully glad that the nausea has passed, as must poor old hubby! He does not cope so well with the gross bits, but he makes a hell of a good nurse and he brews a fantastic cup of tea! Now to await the results and in seven days reveal what scars are left after the third operation... And what wonderful stories can be made up for children when they ask, "What happened to your leg?"
|What lies beneath?|
On a more serious note:
Remember readers ANY moles, freckles or spots that have changed or look unusual ~ GET THEM CHECKED! Melanoma is a aggressive and dangerous cancer that can be survived if you are skin smart and vigilant.
A thank you has to go to the hospital staff as it is always nerve-wrecking having