I completely missed out the Barium X-Ray!
So on the thursday (1 day post op) I was taken down to x-ray for stage 1 of the barium test which checks for any leaks in the new plumbing. Nic and I went down together, and I amazed myself by managing to walk all the way. Nic went in first. When I went in, I was asked to stand on a small platform against a solid upright, and the x ray machine was brought round to almost enclose me from neck to mid thigh. I was told to take a mouthful of the barium drink, and swallow it when told to. I had to do this around 6 or 7 times in different positions. Now the problem with this is I HATE ANISEEEDDDD! The hold and swallows were going OK, until the radiologist forgot to tell me to swallow! He was moaning that I must have only taken a small mouth and I couldn't reply as I still had a mouthful. I was grunting and pointing until he got the message lol.
After the inital shots, I sat down and was then told I had to finish the beaker. It was a normal plastic cup size and there was atleast half left. I was really struggling to get it down and started retching, but was told quite sternly that if I brought it up I'd have to start again with a new beaker! I swallowed the same mouthful a few times I can tell you. I eventually managed, and after washing my mouth out with water a few times (without swallowing) I felt better.
About an hour later I went back down for the follow up shots. I had to stand on the same platform, which then tilted right back 90degrees so I was lain flat on my back for the shots. It was then put back to vertical afterwards! Think I'd have rather climbed up and lay down but hey ho.
Later on once the results were back my drip was removed and I was allowed to start sipping water. No leaks in me!
That evening when I had a dose of back pain I was given some oral codeine. It was horribly thick and even after trying to keep it down, I managed to bring it straight back up again! It was a bit scary being sick, but it also produced 5 minutes of good quality belching which seemed to shift the last of my gas!
The following morning I woke up around 6am. As I said earlier I'd been awake every hour or two with hideous diarrhea and felt completely exhausted. I'd had a little bit of soluble paracetemol in the night but that was all.
Mr Brough the surgeon came to see me very early on, and had a bit of a go at me to be honest. He was cross because they were struggling to find a painkiller I could take. He wasn't happy I'd brought the codeine back up and had refused pain killers that morning. I was so tired that I just burst into tears, which prompted him to tell me that if he'd known I was so emotional beforehand they probably wouldn't have done the surgery! I tried to explain that I wasn't normally so emotional it was purely tiredness, and that I'd refused painkillers because my pain levels were tolerable. I pointed out the only reason I hadn't had the whole dose of soluble paracetemol in the night was because I fell asleep half way through. Anyway, he told me he wanted me up out of bed and that he would come back after lunch. The nurse came in shortly afterwards and found me in a bit of a state. She sent me back to bed and after an hour and a half's sleep I felt a million times better!
One of the nurses took me for a walk down the corridor and I had a wash and hair brush and started to feel human. I still had horrid diarrhea at that point but it was beginning to be longer in between episodes.
Terry came shortly after lunch and the nurse trained him in giving me the heparin injections. He'd observed the night before but this was his first time giving it himself. I tensed up completely but let him do it. The nurse changed my dressings which was my first chance to see the wounds in all their glory, staples and all! Afterwards Terry took me for a little walk and we discussed whether I should go home that day (Friday, 2 days post op) or the next day.
The nurses popped in a few times and seemed keen that I should discharge that day. Mr Brough came back after lunch (a couple of mouthfuls of very sharp plain yoghurt) and agreed I could go home. He was much nicer when Terry was there!
After sorting out the discharge paperwork and medicines I was allowed out. I was nervous about the journey as it was 1hour 15minutes but the staff gave me sick bowls for on the way and Terry drove smoothly and stayed in the slow lane! It was fine, not particularly painful, and it was lovely to be home.