Ode to the best anaesthetist and recovery nurse.

So I mentioned Kirstie in the last post. She was my anaesthetist. Look, I’ve not had the greatest anaesthetic stories the last couple of times. The anaesthetists have got stressed, they’ve struggled to find my veins, they’ve got annoyed at me, I’ve felt trapped, I’ve got stressed, I’ve gone under feeling quite worried. I’ve therefore…

Friday surgery retraction statement

You know… I probably jinxed it by telling you all it was happening… But I got a call earlier in the week saying they ‘couldn’t find a consultant’ for Friday. I don’t really understand what that means, I thought it was meant to be my surgeon, Mr K who did it. But I guess maybe…

Happy 70th birthday NHS

It is the 70th birthday of the NHS. Where to start? I suppose with something that’s obviously close to me. Looking at cancer alone – 50% of people get cancer. That means you, and your mum. Or your partner and your dad. Or your sister and your best friend. I know of people in the…

The wonders of anaesthetic

Anaesthesia isn’t for me. Though I’m not sure 16 hours of it is really for anyone. But to be fair, I had a fun time going in to it. But I’ll rewind a little. I had stayed in the ward on the Sunday night before my surgery. They had taken out my PICC line a…