Gentlemen, rest easy, for I live!!!
Op itself was OK. I was first in, home by 1230. Had a light lunch, went to bed. However, within half an hour was struggling to breathe.
Mrs D called 111 for advice, and they sent a meatwagon for me. Various checks, scans and xrays and they reckon the first hossy muffed up the nerve blocked I'd been given as pain relief, and it was affecting the function of my diaphragm. On top of that, blood tests showed something or other that indicated I was a high risk for clotting
So, kicked out this morning wearing sexy stockings. Got to self inject an anti clotting agent for a week, anti biotics for a week, 2 different types of painkiller, yum. On the plus side I'm already much more mobile.
One comedy moment. Some young ****bag was gobbing off in the ED observation room. An old lady, quite bravely I thought, told him to behave, and he spouted off at her. I told him to calm down, and he asked me if I "want some.". I was confident I could bitch slap him with even one arm, but a hossy is neither the time or place so i told him to just calm down, no one wants trouble. It seemed to feed his ego that the big bloke had backed down, and he withdrew pride intact.
However, about 10 minutes later the woman's son arrived. He was a huge feller, about 40, and was a dead ringer for that bloke who starred in Rise of the Foot Soldier.
The lady must have told him what happened, cos he leapt uo, ran across the ward and backed young spottiebum into the corner, whereupon he told him the if he spoke to his Mum like that again he'd tear of his jaw, reach in and pull his testicles out via the hole. Young hard man was crying, and sobbing " don't hit me, I'm only 17!" Once released from the corner he ripped out his canula and ran off blubbing. About 15 minutes later I could hear staff talking and he'd apparently absconded from the hospital.
All this cheered me up no end, and was an excellent compensation for missing EastEnders.
Not long after that I got my own room, watched X Men Days of Future Past, and after a lot of pacing finally was able to breathe sufficiently well to get to sleep. Awoke to an MRI scan, and kicked out. 11 needles in 24 hrs. Feel like I've cuddled a porcupine.
But I live, and that's the important thing.