Day 1 Wednesday 13th
Tuesday night I slept like the dead, morphine induced of course! I stopped taking my morphine in the wee hours of Wednesday morning as I didn't need it at all.
Coming off the morphine meant I started taking oral codeine and paracetamol. All went well until the evening when I had horrendous visions every time I closed my eyes. I was also sick on Wednesday night, I thought these symptoms must be due to the codeine so stopped taking that and managed pain free on paracetamol alone.
Two of my closest friends came to visit me, along with the usual Sean and parents. I think I was an engaging patient...I didn't fall asleep at least!
Coming off the morphine meant I started taking oral codeine and paracetamol. All went well until the evening when I had horrendous visions every time I closed my eyes. I was also sick on Wednesday night, I thought these symptoms must be due to the codeine so stopped taking that and managed pain free on paracetamol alone.
Two of my closest friends came to visit me, along with the usual Sean and parents. I think I was an engaging patient...I didn't fall asleep at least!
Day 2 Thursday 14th
Due to the sickness on Wednesday night I was now taking anti-sickness tablets with my antibiotics and paracetamol...an anti-inflammatory had also been added to my meds.
The anti-sickness did little to stop me feeling nauseous and completely knocked me out...I could not keep my eyes open when Sean and my mum came at visiting time!
I was thoroughly fed up of being in hospital at this point and considering imaginary ways to make the doctor suffer if he refused to let me go home the next morning!
I had to stay in hospital until my drains were draining a minimal amount of fluid from the wound site.
I have heard people do an awful lot of moaning about these infamous drains, now they're not a barrel of laughs but they are not as bad as I expected. I had two on each side, they were pint glass size and the tubes were long enough for them to reach the floor, and this is where they sat most of the time...on the floor at either side of my bed. When I went for a wander around all I had to do was bunch them into one hand, half way down the tubes.
They entered my chest just under my armpits and one looped round the bottom, the other round the top of my breast on each side. A single stitch was used to secure each of the drains to my skin and they didn't pull much at all.
Although they weren't as bad as I thought, getting them out meant I could go home and for that reason they became hated and I couldn't wait to be rid!
The anti-sickness did little to stop me feeling nauseous and completely knocked me out...I could not keep my eyes open when Sean and my mum came at visiting time!
I was thoroughly fed up of being in hospital at this point and considering imaginary ways to make the doctor suffer if he refused to let me go home the next morning!
I had to stay in hospital until my drains were draining a minimal amount of fluid from the wound site.
I have heard people do an awful lot of moaning about these infamous drains, now they're not a barrel of laughs but they are not as bad as I expected. I had two on each side, they were pint glass size and the tubes were long enough for them to reach the floor, and this is where they sat most of the time...on the floor at either side of my bed. When I went for a wander around all I had to do was bunch them into one hand, half way down the tubes.
They entered my chest just under my armpits and one looped round the bottom, the other round the top of my breast on each side. A single stitch was used to secure each of the drains to my skin and they didn't pull much at all.
Although they weren't as bad as I thought, getting them out meant I could go home and for that reason they became hated and I couldn't wait to be rid!
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