Tom&Shelly wrote:MickinOz wrote:Today, as I crawled into bed with a long horizontal row of stitches across my belly and what feels like at least 0.5 square feet of mesh under the incision, I apologised sincerely and at length to my wife for the 3 caesarean sections she endured to bring our children into the world,
Yikes! Planned operation, or something else Mick?
Either way, hope you are recovering and better soon!
Tom
Planned operation, sort of. Went to the doctor (Dave) saying I thought I had a hernia in my groin, and would he mind checking my prostate too, as the waterworks were performing sub-optimally.
So he had a look, sent me for an ultrasound examination, and 2 CT scans.
Dave said, "there is some sort of bladder abnormality, better see what Sam (local general surgeon) says."
Sam said, "I don't think I should touch this one, I'll send you to my mate (The Prof) in Adelaide, see what he says."
The Prof said he wasn't touching it until his ultrasound/CT scan man had reviewed the scans.
General consensus was that the bladder would probably come good if it wasn't tangled up in the hernia and I'd better have the operation ASAP.
So I did, Tuesday arvo. This was supposed to be day surgery - short recovery and throw you out that afternoon if you look like you are doing OK.
The anaesthetist came to see me before the operation and said, "Bugger that mate, you aren't going anywhere. I've already booked you in and ordered your dinner for tonight."
So one day became two days and I then enjoyed the long drive home on that bloody goat track we call National Highway 1.
By the time my son delivered me to my door I was a gibbering wreck. No opiate based pain killers, on surgeon's orders, only paracetamol. (Tylenol?)
Surviving, Friends just dropped in for coffee and a chat. Things are starting to settle.