





Fark - NEVER again will I go through that total clusterfark of organised chaos!


Before I explain i think it only fair and incumbent on me to express my most sincere gratitude to all the

It's three days since my op and the outlook is improving each day - I mean, it just had to: Op day was a clusterfark of biblical proportions; Next day I was in The Land Of Groggie-Cum-Chokey, I felt I was being throttled all day due to op-site swelling and soreness in my throat - right in the ol' 'gagging area'!; Yesterday was the Great Day Of Wanton Sickness And All Things Gippy. Dear me, I've now become an expert in long distance chucking up!


I met the surgeon-ess prior to the surgery to remove the pharyngeal web whereby she told me (in no uncertain terms) the the web would be left in situ and stretched



My throat still has to settle fully but I'm now imagining this 'stretched' web to be hanging in my throat like a baggy cardigan sleeve - no wonder I can't stop coughing! The worst is, when I think of the (now 'baggy') web all a-dangle in my throat, I have visions of nature films spotlighting on the rear end of a turtle when laying it's eggs - where does a thought like that come from???


Last week:
The test results needed for the op (on Monday) were planned for after the op had started (bad organisation).
The operation had to go ahead without test results as my need for the op was now so urgent.
Friday: I was informed to report for rearranged test at 0730hrs Monday so the results would be ready prior to the op.
All good so far.................
Monday (op day)
0730hrs: With my friend Hazel I reported to the clinic for tests as 'arranged' - it was lonely 'cos no-one else was there and the doors were locked.

0800hrs - Duty nurse arrived: "I know nothing but I'll do the tests just in case". All tests completed.
1030hrs(ish) Reported early to operation Booking In/waiting room: "You're late, you op was planned for 0930hrs. We'll now have to book you in for the first afternoon op at 1330hrs. Well then, how about telling ME of the new arrangements?
1330hrs..........1400hrs...........1430hrs..........1500hrs....................................................1700hrs..."Oi", said I in a most outraged manner, "If you do not operate VERY soon I shall go home and you can rearrange the whole day for another time and that time WILL be soon as my op is URGENT" .
*Side note of importance:
Monday was the middle of a mega heatwave in UK, waiting room windows were kept open and there was no air cooling systems/devices/whatever - it was akin to sitting in an oven all day without being allowed food or drink. I had hardly eaten or had a decent drink for the best part of two days and now I was becoming ill with stomach pains & headaches etc. due to dehydration. My patience had run dry (as had other parts of my body


1730hrs: I was 'rushed' in for my op with great apologies. It all went by in the blink of an eye for me and I woke up in a Recovery ward feeling like Death: Thirsty like never before, hungry, sore, light headed and, well, I felt like sh1te to say the least - and the ward being hot and stuffy didn't help one iota.
I'm glad that this op is behind me and paves the way for my stomach op. It's too early to say how the op site will settle but I'll let you know when it does because the images I have of the arse end of a turtle giving birth will have ceased (I hope!) The Staff at the hospital were amazing but the admin/organisation was the clusterfark that should never be repeated. My friend, Hazel, was an absolute angel and hardly left my side and contact from St Nick was most welcome although I felt I couldn't communicate too well at the time (Sorry, Nick).
Well, that's it then - no more webs for me....................I mean, "They don't grow", do they???!!! :'-(
Sorry for taking so long to tell the tale, many thanks for reading it though.