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My first ever operation...

Some time in the next 6 weeks...

Gosh, I REALLY hope it's not IN six weeks time, because I have non-transferrable tickets booked to fly to Adelaide in 6 weeks time! Rofl, Murphy's Law and all that, hey?

So, went to the gastroenterology outpatients clinic for assessment this morning. The lovely Jen took Erik and Luey to school and then took Bryn to her place for a play. Thank goodness Bryn is so very comfortable with her, it was the third day in a row he'd spent time with people other than Dave or myself - Erik and Luey NEVER spent this much time away from us, it's strange to think that Bryn isn't at all bothered by it, then again he's always with someone he knows well, he's really experiencing the "village life" that I'd hoped for all my children... I digress...

Saw a young woman doctor who was lovely. She seemed to really listen when I told her about my mum having all this happen last year and having her gall bladder out in October. She said she'd organise to put me on the waiting list and told me they can't prioritise with regard to social circumstance, only medical need. However, when she got back from consulting with her boss/supervisor/superior, she said I'd been triaged as "category 1", so the surgery would most like happen IN the next siz weeks some time.

The next step will be to get a call from them regarding a pre-op admission appointment. I guess that's when they'll take blood for typing and I'll talk to the anaesthesiologist (???). Argh! Of course, now I have to face all my fears about needles. I such a wuss. Going "under" doesn't bother me except for the needles. If they could sedate me using the mask they use for kids, I'd be fine. If they didn't have to do bloods, I'd be fine. The operation itself doesn't bother me, just the needles, rofl...

One funny... The doctor asked me if I was studying medicine, LOL! Why? Well because I was using all these medical terms, ahahaha! Medical terms like; swelling, distention, acute pain hahaha! Honestly, I don't think I used any kind of ACTUAL medical terminology. I was just using normal words!!!

Anyway, I'm happy happy now. I've called my mum to let her know so we can organise for her to be here and visit (and I think we're both more excited that she gets a chance to just visit, hahaha)... They'll give me about 2 weeks notice, maybe only 1 week if someone opts out of their surgery, but that's plenty of time to get mum on a flight.

It feels so good to be moving FORWARD on this, even if I am now having to prepare mentally and otherwise for surgery...

Comments

Bin said…
Ah, good luck, hope it's in time for you to make your trip. And seriously, I used to be the worst needle phobic ever, but when you have to you have to and after all the infertility tests and IVF and all I hardly noticed them any more. Take care xxx
Amanda O. said…
Fingers crossed for you Sif! Glad it's got a more definite date (though hopefully NOT right at the point you've got your trip!) and the doctor listened to you genuinely!

Sympathy on the needles thing... like Bin I used to have a horrific fear of needles, except than instead of IVF it was my car crash and the subsequent months spent as pincushion for every test ever invented that got me over it.
katef said…
So glad you have progress on this stuff.. nothing worse than being left hanging and waiting...
Hopefully it will all be smooth sailing from here and in a couple of weeks this will all be a memory!
Joy Johnston said…
It's good to hear that the visit went well Sif. I assume Ari was a perfect baby all the time. Don't be scared of the needles - you've given birth, 4 times, so a little needle shouldn't bother you!
shae said…
Must be ace to know where it's all going. Hoping for swift admission and a speedy recovery!
Tabs said…
Hi Sif, I'm glad it all went well! Hopefully the op happens sooner rather than later.

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