Posted 5/23/2009 7:25 AM (GMT 0)
Wow. Thanks so much for those kind messages. I have just come home to an empty train station, empty answering machine and empty inbox *sniff* so it was so nice to come to HW and see those kind thoughts.
All those good thoughts worked. My saga continued... :-P
I got to hospital, went through all the initial prep and everything, and then the nurses came in, very upset, saying "we don't have a bed for you; didn't you know this ward closes on the weekend?" and I said YES and launched my little spiel about how I had been trying to get the hospital to admit to that problem for *weeks* and that they had finally *told* me that a bed was available, which was why I was there at all.
So... I was put in the horrible position of having to decide whether to have the surgery despite having nowhere to go (as predicted, hotel accommodation was also hard to find by this stage), or discharging myself and having to come back for surgery at some later date... and, presumably, having to relive this little saga all over again.
Everyone was still in a flap on the morning of the surgery because NOBODY knew what was the right thing to do. The nurse decided that we should do the enema and shower etc just in case a bed appeared, so we did all the prep, and then, ten minutes before the surgery was due to start, they found a bed!!!!! Apparently it had been there all along, but the hospital administrators hadn't "seen" it in their records. Just in time, as I was all set to make an official complaint because the hospital *has* to learn that sometimes a vocal patient isn't being "naughty", she is just being responsible.
Anyway, I ended up in a room with three *lovely* ladies, and did a bit of spruiking for HW while I was at it, so am hoping that we may see them on the forum soon.
I am still drugged up and fear that this will make no sense, but am very grateful for the kind wishes. Thaks very much, everyone.
Oh, the surgeons were pleased, btw. Apparently my innards are obviously battered by Crohn's, but the fistula is (they say) *beautiful* so they want me to go back shortly to talk about having a plug inserted.
I had reconciled myself (reluctantly) to the prospect of living with this fistula, but the thought of maybe living without it is glorious! Oh, happy day --- another "just iin time" thing, as I am desperate for a bit of good news.
Take good care everyone,
Ivy (drugged up).