I was just about to write this when I noticed wilsond’s post but thought I wouldn’t hijack it!
On Tuesday I got a call to say there was a cancellation slot available and could I come in for a cataract op early on Wednesday morning. As I was already in a state of stress over various catastrophes I was about to refuse when I realised it was the perfect time to have the op - who knows what the situation might be in six months time when my official turn came up. So I agreed and then realised I was in for a bad episode of IBS / diverticulitis. I had diarrhoea all day then felt sick, panicked in case I had to cancel, couldn’t sleep, dragged myself up and made it in to the spanking new ophthalmology suite. Fortunately third on the list but ops seemed to be taking a very long time. Finally called to find anaesthetist (what?) waiting. Very uncomfortable bed (I have deformed arthritic neck and fused spine with metal rods). Then I realised to my horror I was having a local anaesthetic in my eye (needle phobic 😱). Finally wheeled in to theatre and soon realised a trainee was doing the procedure 😱😱. I now know in detail how to do a cataract operation….He was very slow, of course I didn’t dare move and I was in agony around my neck and shoulders. When finished the porter suddenly shot the back of the bed up which caused more pain. I’d seized up and had great difficulty getting off the bed, at which point I swore a bit 🤬- not my usual style - poor young porter was most concerned!
Eye still totally blurred today but hoping it settles - didn’t happen after what anaesthetist sniffly suggested was ‘third world style’ op last time.
My heart, you ask? Couple of ectopics, some racing the day before, steady as a rock on Wednesday. Bit woozy today but OK.
You just can’t predict it 😂