Day 25 finished off - In more ways than one for Baggy.

"You know you're last on the list today?" the Nurse asked Freda Fretter. "Yes, I have resigned myself to waiting until noon", "Um I'm afraid it will be after lunch", "Oh, much later then?", "Yes, sorry". Do not have a panic attack Hormonal Hannah, it will be fine. "I'll just check your blood pressure". Ha ha. Boom, boomedy, boom, boom, boom, silence, boomedy, silence, boom, boom. "Great" says Clever Bird, "See Calum, I knew there was something wrong with my heart". Just marvellous. The Nurse says "Can I just feel your pulse please?". Deja Vu. AGAIN! The Nurse says, "I'll be back in a minute". Calum says, "Great, Clever Bird, do you want them to cancel this operation?". "Yeah that would be great", says Hannah. "No it really wouldn't be", says Freda, "You idiot Clever Bird!", but said Baggy, "She couldn't miss it. The machine went beep, beepedy, beep, beep, beep, silence, beepedy, silence, beep, beep". "Yes it did but you didn't need to point it out". No perhaps she didn't. Long wait. The Nurse returned. "Okay, just relax and....."

"Knock, knock", "Who's there?" says Clara. "Can I just interrupt? Only Penelope (Baggy) has just been moved up the list from last to next". "Brilliant", says Baggy. "I'd better speed up", says the Nurse. Okay Baggy, you too. Put the sexy blood-clot stockings and gown on. Rush, rush! The ghost of Lawrence chose now to make Baggy need a wee. And breathe Freda, it's all good. Baggy got back, Clara got her blog back out. Two Theatre nurses appeared. "Ready?".

The Anaesthetist said "I thought you might appreciate an earlier op. this time". Baggy stopped herself from leaping off the bed and kissing him. "Thank you, so much". Lots of checks. Baggy wheeled in to the Operating Theatre. Christmas Carols playing. The Consultant says, "Sorry about the music", "No, that's okay", says Clara, "I'll join in". "Actually, no that would be very bad wouldn't it?" says Baggy. A milli-second later, a Nurse is asking, "How are you feeling?", "Urrmmmm?". It was well over an hour later. Baggy was out and alive.

Baggy was wheeled back to her little side room. Calum appeared minutes later. Cups of tea appeared. Gorgeous. Toast appeared. Couldn't swallow it, Baggy's throat was agony. Never mind. Some toast munched very carefully. Beeping heck Baggy's arm is soooooo swollen and soooooo painful. Much worse than her left arm was last year. Shut up Baggy, you are alive and out. Nurse appears. "Ready to get up?", "Well I need a wee, so yes". Baggy gets off the bed. Boomedy, boom, boom, boomedy. "Oh I feel very dizzy", "Back in bed. Would you like more tea?" Is Minty Mutt gorgeous? Lovely tea. Another try. Baggy makes it to the loo. Calum stands guard. Baggy hears a male voice say, "It's not a good look standing outside the ladies'!". Tee hee.

Time to re-dress Baggy. Thanks husband. Sexy socks off; really difficult. Trousers on; okay. Jumper on; ouch, ouch, okay. Next loose jumper on; arm put through head hole. Calum swearing. Left arm yanked out of head hole and put in arm hole by Cal, pulling right arm into the seam; ouch, OUCH! Okay, under jumper way too tight. Remove both jumpers. Swear. Cal offers Baggy his sleeveless under T-shirt. Good plan. Cal takes off his two T-shirts. A different Nurse walks in. "Oooooooo, what's going on here?". Finally Baggy and Calum are re-dressed!

 

The first Nurse reappears with painkillers. And takes the cannula out. Clever Bird can't help thinking that this might have been useful before attempting to dress Baggy. "I seem to be in much more pain this year, than last time. Perhaps I shouldn't have told the Anaesthetist that I have a high pain threshold!". "It wouldn't have made any difference this Anaesthetist doesn't believe in using a "block" anaesthetic on your arm, you probably had one last year", "Yeah he said he was just using a 'local', well at least that's less anaesthetic to cope with". Ah well. Bags packed. Discharge papers read. And leaving. If only Baggy could remember how to walk.

Pillows on tummy and under arm in the car. Home. Hairy Biker Hen's first blog published. Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea while Calum cooked supper.  Slimming World spaghetti bolognaise. One-fingered left-handed blogging. Spaghetti seemed like a good idea at the time. Lots of painkillers. Arm in the air. One-armed typing; slow but impressive. Left-handed spaghetti swirling, not so clever. But very, very, very happy gang to now (hopefully) be properly on the road to recovery.........