Had a procedure on Monday afternoon and spent the night in hospital; specialist normally recommends that for this procedure. With the joy of day surgery and fasting from 8am, not going in for the op until 4:30 or so, I was up in the ward after 7. The anaesthetologist came to visit sometime after and luckily rustled up some dinner for me, so I finally ate at about 8:15pm.
The admissions nurse was so worried about taping a non-removable piercing (sensitivity to adhesives), I've been slightly amused to discover my main adhesive issue was with one of the heart monitor thingos the anaesthetic nurse put on my ribcage. And they didn't bother taping the piercing in the theatre. She was also insistent that I not try to go to the loo alone after getting back to the ward; I buzzed the nurse to ask to go to the loo, she unplugged me from the drip and oxygen, opened the door, lifted the loo lid and pointed at the buzzer if I had issues.
FIL fell over going to the loo in hospital back in August, delaying his return home by at least a week. I think in the end he "just" bruised his ribs, but he was bloody sore afterwards. I may be more mobile than an 85yo in heart failure, but it reminded me of the last time I was in hospital overnight (when the Teen was born 19 years ago) and getting different directions from the nursing staff.
Actually, not just nurses, my specialist and the anaesthetist gave me different fasting advice; I followed the anaesthetist's as he let me have clear fluids until just before arrriving at hospital.
I doubled down on medical treatment and had a cortisone injection in my hip on Weds. I regretted that on Thursday, maybe it was too big a week of medical things, but good to just get it done.
