It is impossible to sleep in hospital! I'm sure they do it on purpose so you can't wait to go home...just to sleep. Wounds are stinging but I can't bring myself to look at them just yet. Still feel weak and very tired. Decided I would brave a trip to the loo at about 6 o clock this morning, while it is quiet. They put your drain in a kind of shoulder bag so you can carry it around with you. So off I go with my little bag. Took it very slowly as I figured keeling over and landing on my right boob could be a tad painful. Managed it ok and headed back to bed.
They brought a lady in, early last evening and she went to theatre quite late on. We chatted this morning. Her name is Wendy and she has had a mastectomy. She seems to be doing much better than I am, pain wise, I mean. However, in all fairness I am only having codeine and paracetamol! Mikey and Emz call in at lunchtime bringing ( as instructed!!) flowers, chocolate and grapes, oh and a latte from the cafe downstairs because they do awful coffee in here. Wendy's visitors all sit reading different newspapers and generally ignoring her but her hubby goes and buys her some flowers after we establish that it is not against hospital policy to have flowers. Her family seem very nice really.
Spent most of the afternoon dozing. Tried to eat a sandwich but the throat is still too swollen.
The nurse suggested a stroll down to the dinner cart later on. The options were; savoury mince, cauliflower cheese or chicken a la king. I enquired what the 'a la king' was and they didn't know. Oh well..in for a penny. It looked mushy enough to slide down the throat. After eating it, I still couldn't say for certain what it was other than, it was chicken and it was white and it didn't get eaten.
The doctors say that if my drain comes out ok tomorrow, I can go home. That seems a bit quick to me. I still fell dreadful. Very sleepy and sore.
Had more visitors in the evening. Well, some of them came to visit me and the others came to watch football. It is nice when people come to visit though. Ann had noted my hospital request list and they brought flowers, chocolates and grapes and magazines...perfect.
Visiting time is over and the ward is quiet once again. At least we hope it is!! We all discuss the screaming man that has kept us awake for the past 2 nights. We aren't entirely sure where he is in the hospital. It sounds like he is being kept on the ' surgery while you are awake' ward, or in the torture department. The nurse has suggested it may be a woman on the maternity ward with a very deep voice but we don't think so. Hopefully, he has had enough and discharged himself and we will get some sleep !
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