Weekend of Hell

So there it was, i needed an operation, on Tuesday. That gave me four days. I spent the weekend calling my boss and letting him know the results, that i wouldn't be in work next week, that i was really sorry and he was brilliant. I called friends who i was supposed to be babysitting for and apologised, explained the problem and they were understanding. I spent time with my family, with my boyfriend, we talked it through, they listened and helped. Monday came and off i went for my pre op assessments, more blood tests and a camera down the nose to establish the positioning of my vocal chords so they wouldn't get damaged during the procedure. And i felt numb.

How do you take in huge news like that, something that would change your life, and carry on like normal? I couldn't think straight, couldn't eat normally, couldn't sleep. I was a wreck, and everyone was treading on eggshells so as to not upset me further. It was horrible.

Monday - pre-op, lots of questions, followed by a camera down the nose to check where my vocal chords are (incase they damage them during surgery), and then another bloodtest as they forgot one on Friday...thanks.

Tuesday - operation. Got to hospital at 7:30 with my mum and a bag. We saw a nurse who again asked lots of questions, saw my anaethetist who was lovely and let me have magic cream on my hand :) then saw two surgeons who would both be operating on me. Also had to sign the legal documents that say they are allowed to operate on me, and that they might remove the whole thyroid if it looks bad once they open me up...great.

Signed my life away and went through to the waiting area. Got to change into a sexy gown and fetching stockings, and then wait in a room with four other stressed out looking women. Luckily i was quickly called and a lovely lady walked me through the operating theatre. Yep that's right, no seperate room where they put you to sleep first! Nope, up onto the table i jumped, lay down under those HUGE lights and waited whilst the anaethetist attatched a canular (didn't feel a thing) and then an even more lovely lady held my hand while they injected the magic potions into my arm and off to sleep i went.


Woke up in recovery very stiff, realised where i was and why and the first question i remember asking was whether they had removed the right side or the whole thing.....the whole thyroid was the reply.

Hop skip and a jump and we are going straight to me being home. I hated being in hospital, it was horrible and i never want to have to be in over night ever again.