Today is admissions day for my Vertebroplasty procedure, it all feels a little rushed having just had the phone call yesterday.
I had a fairly busy morning what with walking Teddy and then getting him to the dog sitter and then before long I was picking up Barbara and heading to the train station.
A comfortable train ride and a taxi saw us arriving at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery where we made our way to the Queen Anne ward, my home for the next couple of nights.
I was given a bed in a small section of the ward where it looked like there would be four of us.
No real instructions were given on what to do and we were left to our own devices.
Eventually I was given a hospital wrist band and found out that I would have an X-Ray and a CT Scan.
After another wait a porter arrived and I was wheeled to the imaging department, in many ways it was good to have a porter as the hospital was a rabbit warren of corridors and rooms.
We arrived to the chorus of an intermittent fire alarm, which meant stay in place, there was some confusion and fire marshal’s came and went.
Thankfully and it seemed the whole hospital gave a grateful sigh!
X-Ray first in the same room I had the X-Ray in December and then the CT Scan and before long we were heading back upstairs to the ward.
It would seem that there was now nothing to be done but wait until the morning so I started to settle in more.
Barbara headed off at about 6.30 pm by which time I was in my pyjama’s and listening to music.
I had my blood pressure done a couple of times which was a little high, I felt fine but is probably down to pre-op nerves.
I also signed consent forms and so on, blood tests, ECG and there was me hoping for some “Me Time”!
Before long I was ready for bed and hoped for a good nights sleep, alas it wasn’t to be what with call alarms being pressed through the night, my neighbour snoring for England and nurses clomping about it proved to be a restless night!
Still I would get a good sleep in theatre………….