As I
mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I have a basal cell carcinoma that needs to be
removed. Surgery was originally set for 15th February; on the
morning that we arrived at the hospital I received a call to say that the
surgeon had been delayed and could we reschedule to next week? What delayed him
wasn’t clear – it could have been the previous surgery developing
complications, or he could have been stuck in a bunker on the 8th
hole. I suspect the former.
Yesterday,
I was back at the hospital – with an earlier scheduled time this week, so less
susceptible to delay. After changing into paper underwear and one of those
fetching backless gowns, the nurse struggled to get the surgical stockings on
my feet, but eventually prevailed. I met the anaesthetist and we discussed how
I was to be anaesthetised; and then the surgeon again. The surgeon drew a
circle on my nose to indicate where he was going to cut; and we had a bit of
chat about Dr. Gregory House writing “not this one” on his left leg, and “not
this one either” on his right. There are a lot of forms to be filled out, and
everyone you meet for the first time asks you your name and date of birth, and
checks this against their paperwork…gotta make sure they’re operating on the
right person!
I was
wheeled up to the theatre, and a line put into the back of my right hand. There
was no warning, no “count down from 10” or anything like that…next thing I knew,
I was back in the room, and being given some painkillers. It was all over! The nurse then dressed the wound again, organised a light lunch for me, and we hung
around until I felt well enough to go home.
On the
way home we picked up the antibiotics and painkillers prescribed, and I was
given instructions about washing.
This
morning I woke up looking like the elephant man. The area around the surgery
has swollen up, but it doesn’t hurt or feel hot, so I think it’s just normal
post-surgical swelling. Hopefully it’ll go down before I present myself back at
the office – I don’t want to frighten the kids at work!
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