Now ive never been one for patience…and even treatment hasnt sorted that out either lol.
When I saw the gynae…he said i had to have a full hysterectomy in the next fortnight…now so far its been 8 days since i put the paperwork in. Ive phoned the admissions office several times…what with being twitchy about the postal strike etc…to be told on monday that the head of admissions needs to chat to my gynae about the op as it means messing with waiting lists. Now he had me down as urgent/critical…so im getting really cheesed off.
I know a hysterectomy is not an operation that isnt dished out lightly and a lot of thought/reasons have to go into them…but surely…possible ovarian cancer overrules dodgy periods. Maybe its me just being selfish…but im getting really really wound up by it all. Sorry ladies, just wanted to whinge.
you’ve every right to whinge Buttons, and it sounds like the bureaucrat in admissions is questioning the clinical judgement of your gynea - bet he’s not best pleased! Obviously your gynae knows that if he pushes you to the urgent list then he cannot operate on someone else at the same time! Do these people ever actually use their brain cell?
Anyway, I do hope it is sorted soon and that this nightmare wait is over with
hugs
PROGRESS…well I think it is.
Just phoned them up again…to either a) get a date, or b)subtley remind them to sort it out! Now i cant do subtle very well either lol.
Anyway, said girlie i spoke to said that head of admissions spoke to consultant yesterday…(methinks he bopped her over the head with my folder and had a few choice words)…they no longer have my folder, its with the ward sister at the moment. They said that the ward sister is sorting out my surgery etc today, and ill either find out today or i can phone back tomorrow morning to find out a date. Now im guessing…if the ward sister has my folder my surgery is going to be done in the next 48hours…cos your paperwork doesnt go to the ward until the very last minute if that makes sense…less chance of it being lost if that makes sense. My bag is packed…nursery flagged up with a last minute placement with youngest (just in case…shes covered for next 2 weeks)…washing all done…ironing all done…fridge full…freezer, well respectable at least lol…flasks tracked down for cups of tea to be brought up to me…just need ipod to charge and fill with more tunes and some new books…oh yeah and the phone to ring with a date
Not a happy bunny.
Phoned them up again…got a provisional date for the 26th October…but they cant say for definite as they have to finalise staffing levels…WTF…so still no gurantee.
Im not happy, im all wound up, and to be told try not to stress and just sit tight its not that far away…sorry doesnt wash.
They are not the ones that got a pants diagnosis last year, they are not the ones that have gone through 10 months of treatments, they are not the ones that got all of 3 hours being free from treatment before getting another bomb shell. They are not the ones with their head all over the place…what is it…how big is it now, is it something horrible, is it getting bigger, has it spread, are my bloods clear still, has it burst, is it in my lymph nodes…you know all the good stuff that pops in your head when you are doing all the hurry up and wait bit. Now i saw the gynae 9 days ago…and i know my maths isnt brilliant but even i can work out that the 3rd october-26october is ever so slightly more than 2 weeks. Sorry for ranting, but ive seriously started to have enough