General Chat

It only seems like yesterday that Fred was having to have a bowl in bed to vomit in at night because he was worried about a bit of surgery to remove some dodgy looking skin from his belly. That was palaver enough but for me, not him. Booking transport and escort transport twice because the hospital had not thought to have a hoist available to get him on the operating table.

Then he had his cataract operation which entailed a procedure upon his lower lid first which I had to talk him through and after which he came home in love with the black South African nurse who had held his hand through the operation.

The one I told to bugger off and slammed the phone down on when she rang up the next day to inquire of how he was because I thought it was a nuisance call. It seems I was not the first!

Well, now I have a date for my own cataract removal but that is a very different affair.

Fred's was a very simple, routine procedure carried on many times every day and nothing at all to worry about. You only needed to ask me and I would have re-assured you.

My own, however, is a very traumatic and stressful event involving a big circular saw, branding irons, probably a long stay in an iron lung and who knows which orifice they might use for access.

That is now and I still have six weeks in which to put the wind up myself big-time!

Do Genes do a laughing with sympathy emoji?

Always the worry, the imagining and total hissy fits are worse than the actual procedures. Just come on here for sympathy sharron. You may get it!! :-( <3

Thanks Ann.

I tell myself it is only a bloody cataract, just like I told Fred!

You have to always give yourself the worst case scenario though don't you?

Just think how much experience they've had, since Fred had his op!

Muuuuch better now! :-D :-D :-D

The equipment might be worn out!

It may have worn out, but they'll have made even better, finer equipment since then!

...and sold the old stuff to a veterinary practice! :-D

Or it could be the other way around and they have bought some old stuff from a vetinry practice.

Nope! I know King Edward VII hospital sold off it's old x-ray machine to a local vet - who than proceeded to charge more to x-ray an animal than the hospital had charged to x-ray a human!

How do I know? My sister worked at King Edward VII, until it closed.
A year or so later, her dog, Stanley needed an x-ray, and she recognised the machine.

I am now getting really worried about how my hospital will solve the problem with my foot (not bunions!)

Hop along Nameslessone ;-)

I won't see you!

But you might hear me ;-)

It depends how the operation goes. I may come out of it with no ears.

You just can't tell. But, by the cringe, you can't half imagine.

Will you have both legs? Or even a lower half at all?

I think it all depends on whether they’ve managed to borrow the big circular saw ;-)

That's true.

How worried would we be if we didn't fully understand surgical procedure?

They don't have the bacon slice in the Co-Op to fall back on now do they? I don't suppose they have anybody working there who is clever enough to operate one.

Eeeh - what a cheerful pair! :-S

Those bacon slicers,looked lethal, though, didn't they?
I haven't seen one for years.

We ae comforting each other,Maggie.

:-D :-D

talking of losing legs............spare a thought for the poor guy that had the wrong one amputated....

It wasn't that bad. It was his mother-in-laws.