Well, as some of you know, the hysterectomy went a bit pear shaped. I had a 'subtotal' hysterectomy as due to previous caesarians my cervix was adhered to my bladder and they couldn't risk trying to cut it free, or I may have had bladder problems for the rest of my life.
Whilst in recovery my blood pressure plummeted and they discovered that I'd had a massive internal bleed. They called the surgeon that operated but he had flown off on holiday!
They had to decide whether to take me back to theatre and open me up again or hope that the blood would be re-absorbed. They took the latter decision, took me to intensive care and transfused 4 units of blood.
I looked like a Christmas tree with all the cannulas and lines in, even a central line into my neck which was feeding me insulin, morphine and augmentin. (this made my younger son feel very faint)
After 36 hours my bed was needed due to an RTA in Brighton, so I was taken down to a sideroom on the main ward. The nurses, the doctor who took me over from the absent surgeon were all wonderful. I had to have chest Xrays, due to congestion on my chest/lungs and also a CT scan.
My op was on Thurs 24th Jan, I felt as I would have expected to on the Saturday and Sunday but Monday and Tuesday I seemed to be going rapidly downhill. The morphine was also making me hallucinate. I was later told that the doctor was very worried about me. On Wednesday I went to the loo and as I got up it was like something from Alien, blood just shot out like a lump of half set jelly onto the floor and the into the toilet pan. I managed to pull the alarm cord and the nurses came running. They got me into a wheel chair, back to bed and on oxygen and then tried to clean me up and see what was up. The doctor came running too.
She explained that although it must have terrified the life out of me, it was a good sign as it was all the blood I had lost and that was making me feel so ill. It had found a way out through a tiny hole in my already healing wound. She also told me that there was at least another 3 pints to come.
After a couple of days of leaking through huge pads applied to my wound, it was decided it would be a good idea to put a colostomy over the tiny hole to collect all the blood and muck. The first two leaked but they finally got one to stick fast. It wasn't nice but saved the poor nurses from constant bed making and following me to and from the loo with a bucket and mop.
By the Friday I at last started eating, the line came out of my neck and I started to come back to life. I was finally discharged on Tuesday late afternoon, after 13 days in hospital instead of 3 or 4. Whilst I was in the discharge lounge waiting for Dave to collect me, my surgeon phoned me to apologise for the 'horrendous' time I had had and that he wanted to see me in two weeks instead of four.
A district nurse was organised and she comes in daily, she removed the colostomy bag as I had stopped leaking and just puts a padded dressing on now.
I am obviously still feeling very tender and weak and my concentration levels are almost zero.
I had another scare last night as I managed to overdose on insulin. Someone had changed the insulin pen, same insulin but different pen, which doesn't return to zero after I inject the 10 unit dose. So I assumed it hadn't worked and re-injected again, and again and again, still thinking that the pen wasn't working. Well it was and my blood sugars fell rapidly, and I am terrified of having a hypo. So the emergency doctor just told me to keep feeding the insulin and to check my sugar levels every hour. So one hot cross bun, banana and a huge bowl of muesli later I felt quite sick and bloated. Dave checked my sugars up to 2am and it seemed to level out. I was so scared.
Dave went to the surgery this morning and my doctor has prescribed the pen I am used to, that goes back to zero after the injection.
I wouldn't wish what I went through on my worst enemy. Hopefully it's full steam ahead on the road to recovery now.