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An odd sort of day
Sep. 29th, 2003 07:56 pmToday has been an odd and not entirely easy sort of day.
Today was DH's operation on his ear. The hospital told him to come in at 12 noon; however he didn't actually go down to theatre until 15.00. The surgeon told me that the op should take 2-3 hours. At 17.00 he still wasn't back from theatre but I had to go and pick up the kids, so when I'd got them I went back to the hospital (very occasionally I wish we lived nearer my mum or MIL - then I could have called them and asked them to deal with the kids). I was mildly alarmed to discover that he still wasn't out of the operating theatre when I got back. At 18.30 the surgeon came to see me and told me that the op had been successful, but that he'd discovered that the disease (a growth around a hole in the eardrum) had been more extensive than he'd thought, which was why it had all taken so long. He hadn't had to remove an ossicle (the worst case scenario), but DH may have some mild hearing loss in that ear, and will have to have another op in 9 months time to check that the growth isn't coming back.
Then they brought DH up from the recovery room, all hooked up to drips and wires and with a huge bandage around his head. He was very groggy indeed and felt awful from the anaesthetic. The first thing he asked me was "Is it still Monday?". He had spoken briefly to the surgeon but hadn't really taken anything in, so I'll have to explain it all to him when I go in first thing tomorrow.
My poor love - just wanted to give him the biggest hug, but that wasn't a possibility. I'm being very grown-up, matter-of-fact and in control, but I must admit I've gone a bit wobbly inside :-(
Today was DH's operation on his ear. The hospital told him to come in at 12 noon; however he didn't actually go down to theatre until 15.00. The surgeon told me that the op should take 2-3 hours. At 17.00 he still wasn't back from theatre but I had to go and pick up the kids, so when I'd got them I went back to the hospital (very occasionally I wish we lived nearer my mum or MIL - then I could have called them and asked them to deal with the kids). I was mildly alarmed to discover that he still wasn't out of the operating theatre when I got back. At 18.30 the surgeon came to see me and told me that the op had been successful, but that he'd discovered that the disease (a growth around a hole in the eardrum) had been more extensive than he'd thought, which was why it had all taken so long. He hadn't had to remove an ossicle (the worst case scenario), but DH may have some mild hearing loss in that ear, and will have to have another op in 9 months time to check that the growth isn't coming back.
Then they brought DH up from the recovery room, all hooked up to drips and wires and with a huge bandage around his head. He was very groggy indeed and felt awful from the anaesthetic. The first thing he asked me was "Is it still Monday?". He had spoken briefly to the surgeon but hadn't really taken anything in, so I'll have to explain it all to him when I go in first thing tomorrow.
My poor love - just wanted to give him the biggest hug, but that wasn't a possibility. I'm being very grown-up, matter-of-fact and in control, but I must admit I've gone a bit wobbly inside :-(
