5th June 2007
Looking around me I was quite surprised. The girl to my right in bed 6 was about my age give or take a couple of years, the woman in bed 4 to my left was in her 50’s had a small bowel obstruction due to previous surgeries for her bowel cancer. The woman in bed 3 (my last bed) had cancer and was being treated, bed 2 was also cancer as was bed 1. both 1 & 2 had surgery the day I was admitted and were now waking up properly for the first time. The girl in bed 6 had been for an ultrasound since I had arrived.
I felt sick still so wasn’t bothered about being nil by mouth, they told me the scan would be later that day and they needed to be ready to take me in for a laparoscopy after the scan. By about 5:00pm they decided to tell me that they hadn’t managed to get the scan booked and it would hopefully be tomorrow.
By this point I was heaving myself to the toilet to cry in private. I had spent the whole day and Monday staring at a bed where they had wrongly told me I was menopausal and was now waiting to find out if they would be operating to remove a cyst and possibly my other ovary yet no one seemed in a hurry. I was terrified but no one cared.
When Tom arrived I can honestly admit I have never been happier to see someone in my life. He went and spoke to the nursing team and the promised the scan would be the next day, he called our private health people who said if I wanted to go private I would need to see my GP then would probably be able to get a scan the same day. But as the GP’s had already stopped for the night there was no point. At this time I was now 2 days without food and 2 nights of sleep deprivation.
I felt sick still so wasn’t bothered about being nil by mouth, they told me the scan would be later that day and they needed to be ready to take me in for a laparoscopy after the scan. By about 5:00pm they decided to tell me that they hadn’t managed to get the scan booked and it would hopefully be tomorrow.
By this point I was heaving myself to the toilet to cry in private. I had spent the whole day and Monday staring at a bed where they had wrongly told me I was menopausal and was now waiting to find out if they would be operating to remove a cyst and possibly my other ovary yet no one seemed in a hurry. I was terrified but no one cared.
When Tom arrived I can honestly admit I have never been happier to see someone in my life. He went and spoke to the nursing team and the promised the scan would be the next day, he called our private health people who said if I wanted to go private I would need to see my GP then would probably be able to get a scan the same day. But as the GP’s had already stopped for the night there was no point. At this time I was now 2 days without food and 2 nights of sleep deprivation.
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