Bored on bonfire night
Nov. 5th, 2003 09:48 pmIt's Guy Fawkes night and I'm stuck inside being bored. I had to be sedated this morning to have an Upper GI Endoscopy so I have to stay inside under the supervision of a 'responsible adult' instead of going out and joining in the fun.
The examination wasn't the greatest experience I've ever had but it wasn't the worst either. My dad and I arrived at the hospital at 8.15am. We sat in a waiting room with loads of other people and then at 8.30am we were shown into the day surgery ward where we were allocated our beds. I guess when you become a patient on a hospital ward most of the beds are full already but this was like the beginning of a shoot for somthing like Holby City just before filming started, as when we got there the ward was empty. Once I'd filled out my consent form and had my pulse and blood pressure taken I had to wait, and wait, and wait. They worked their way throught the beds in numerical order and, typically, I was in bed ten. Also people were having lots of different proceedures done so people in the beds after me went in earlier which meant that I was the second last person in the entire room to be seen. In the treatment room I told the consultant that I wanted to be sedated, you could have a throat spray if you wanted but I thought it would be best to know as little about it as possible, and before I knew it I was feeling slightly drunk and had a tube down my throat. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable and it was over in fifteen minutes which felt like nothing as I was woozy.
The good news is that they found nothing wrong with my throat and stomach which has eliminated my fear that I had an ulcer. The bad news is that I still don't know what's causing my problems with swallowing.
I've been off of work today and I have to rest tomorrow as well just in case anything goes wrong so I'm having two boring days at home as I'm not allowed out on my own which means I can't even pop around the corner to buy a magazine or a cross stich pattern from the craft shop.
At least it's given me a bit more time to work on the dreaded application form!
I tried to phone Cat tonight but, unsuprisingly for bonfire night, she didn't answer.
The man of the moment has sent out email invitations for his 25th birthday 'barbeque' on December 20th. I have informed him that I'll not be the mug standing outside doing the barbeque in the cold and darkness!
The examination wasn't the greatest experience I've ever had but it wasn't the worst either. My dad and I arrived at the hospital at 8.15am. We sat in a waiting room with loads of other people and then at 8.30am we were shown into the day surgery ward where we were allocated our beds. I guess when you become a patient on a hospital ward most of the beds are full already but this was like the beginning of a shoot for somthing like Holby City just before filming started, as when we got there the ward was empty. Once I'd filled out my consent form and had my pulse and blood pressure taken I had to wait, and wait, and wait. They worked their way throught the beds in numerical order and, typically, I was in bed ten. Also people were having lots of different proceedures done so people in the beds after me went in earlier which meant that I was the second last person in the entire room to be seen. In the treatment room I told the consultant that I wanted to be sedated, you could have a throat spray if you wanted but I thought it would be best to know as little about it as possible, and before I knew it I was feeling slightly drunk and had a tube down my throat. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable and it was over in fifteen minutes which felt like nothing as I was woozy.
The good news is that they found nothing wrong with my throat and stomach which has eliminated my fear that I had an ulcer. The bad news is that I still don't know what's causing my problems with swallowing.
I've been off of work today and I have to rest tomorrow as well just in case anything goes wrong so I'm having two boring days at home as I'm not allowed out on my own which means I can't even pop around the corner to buy a magazine or a cross stich pattern from the craft shop.
At least it's given me a bit more time to work on the dreaded application form!
I tried to phone Cat tonight but, unsuprisingly for bonfire night, she didn't answer.
The man of the moment has sent out email invitations for his 25th birthday 'barbeque' on December 20th. I have informed him that I'll not be the mug standing outside doing the barbeque in the cold and darkness!