So the consultant who signed the consent papers was by far the nicest and most understanding iâd seen so far. She seemed genuinely concerned about the amount i was bleeding, and how much pain i was in every day. The consent papers were signed on the 9th November 2017. In the mean time my GP was concerned i wasnât informed fully of endometriosis, what it was and how it effected you, so she referred me to a different hospital, which has an endometriosis specialist at. I was nervous but really looking forward to my appointment, because although i hadnât been diagnosed, i was almost certain i had it. At the end of the day, i know my body best. The day of the appointment came, and when i arrived i learned my appointment wasnât with the endo specialist, it was in fact with a normal gynaecologist. I knew then the appointment was going to be pointless, but i made the trip so i may as well stay for it. I sat in the waiting room anxious and nervous until my name was called. When it was finally called, i was asked to go into a room with a student nurse, who asked me a ton of questions about how i felt, what type of pain i had, what were my symptoms and my general health. She then went into the consultants room, brought him up to speed, and i was called in with him. Before i had even entered the room, he clearly already had his mind made up about me. He started with explaining how i was wasting his time if i already had a surgery booked, how this has made a massive dent on the NHS because it all costs money. He did an internal examination and stated, everything looked normal, and i would be wasting more money by getting surgery cos he knew I didnât have endometriosis.Â
I went away from that appointment feeling even more depressed than before, completely defeated, and i started to wonder if i was imaging all the symptoms i was having. I even contemplated cancelling my surgery, because i thought i was wasting money the NHS clearly didnât have. My boyfriend persuaded me not too, and told me to ignore that appointment. And iâm so glad i took his advice. Soon after that i got my letter in the post for a pre op assessment, and my surgery date for the 3rd April 2018.Â
The pre op was all normal, asked about my general health, if i was allergic to anything. She explained the rundown of the day, how i would arrive and be taken to a ward. What i needed to bring, slippers, dressing gown, underwear and toiletries incase i needed an overnight stay. She also explained the risks because i am overweight, what would happen after when i got into recovery and then eventually back onto the ward. My mind was finally at ease about it all, i knew surgery was the right thing to do. No matter what the outcome was, if endometriosis was ruled out, then they would have to look into what else could be causing me to have all of these symptoms, and be in agonising pain every day.Â
Surgery day! I was up at 6:00am to have some toast, i wasnât allowed any food or drinks after 7:00am, i was a bit anxious on the morning, i didnât really feel like eating or drinking. I had one bite of my toast and left the rest. I got a bath and got my clothes on, grabbed my bag and headed to the car. When i got there, I was told my surgery wouldnât be till 3:00 in the afternoon, and all i wanted was my boyfriend to be able to stay with me, and they said he wasnât allowed. Which really didnât help my anxiety. A lady over in the next bed to me was allowed her boyfriend to sit with her all day, i really didnât understand why she was allowed and i wasnât. So i asked the nurse, and she said i had been wrongly informed, and he could have been here. So i rang him to come back and keep me company. I got my gown on in the mean time, and had my surgeon/gynaecologist come and see me. She explained the procedure again, told me she was putting the Mirena Coil in during the surgery, which i really did not want. I tried to tell her no, but she was adamant i was getting it. I felt so pressured i ended up agreeing, then asking the nurse once sheâd left to tell her i wasnât getting it in. I decided against it purely because the injection had screwed my body up so much, i didnât want anything else to potentially stop me from conceiving naturally.Â
I sat there all day with my boyfriend, he was an absolute god send, until finally my name was called. I grabbed my pillow, and walked down to theatre. The room was weird, full of medical equipment and a massive bed. I was asked to lie on the bed, get comfortable as possible, and he began sticking stickers all over my chest, feet, legs and back. Then began to put the drip in my hand, surprisingly didnât hurt one bit. Once it was in, he raised the bed up, and they explained about the mask they were about to put over my face. My heart was racing so bad, they were really calming and reassuring. They told me to count back from 10, they placed the mask over my face, i remember 10, 9.... then i woke up in recovery.
Waking up for me was horrific, the breathing tube was being pulled out of my throat, i was gagging and choking from it. I am already asthmatic so i was gasping for air. The lady in recovery was so nice, i was crying because i couldnât breathe, she put the oxygen mask on me and helped me to stop coughing and calm down. I kept trying to take it off asking for my boyfriend, because i was confused and upset. I just wanted him next to me. My oxygen levels kept dropping, so i took a while in recovery. After about 45 minutes in recovery i was wheeled back to the ward. Again continuously asking for my boyfriend, i just needed a familiar face, especially his. I was panicked and hated how much i couldnât breathe. I was given more morphine, and really i couldnât feel a thing anywhere. The massaging leg wraps i had on were a dream, wish i could have taken them home with me haha. They finally let my boyfriend come see me, it instantly lifted my mood. They explained that if my oxygen levels didnât improve over the next 30/45 minutes i would have to be kept in over night. I was constantly drifting in and out of consciousness, and they decided i would need an overnight stay due to my lack of awareness, and my dropped oxygen levels. I was moved to a ward to try and get more comfortable. I was left by the nurses in my gown, with nothing else on my bottom half. I was bleeding very heavy, and after pressing and pressing my button, the nurses didnât come and help me up. So my boyfriend bless him, had to help me. He had to help but a pad and underwear on me, since i couldnât bend down, and i certainly wasnât ready to stand on my own. He helped me dress and clean up a little, and then walked me to the toilet so i could try clean the bucket loads of blood and iodine off me from the surgery. The pain in my shoulders and lower back was unbearable, i spent the rest of the night crying in pain, i needed assistance all through the night just to get up and go to the toilet, i really struggled to walk due to being light headed, and my oxygen levels still werenât great.
I was discharged the next day at around lunch time. Although the pain in my shoulder was horrific, i found the more i moved around and walked a little bit the better i felt. I went to my boyfriends Nanâs house who kindly let me use her shower, since i donât have a shower at home. He helped me change my dressings once i was done in the shower. Then his mam gave us her flat to live in for the week so he could care for me. I really donât know what i would have done without him, both physically and mentally. He really was and is my rock.Â
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