Saturday, May 15th 2010
The Morning – Helene arrived at the hospital with my father at around 8:30 am. We went through all the same rigmarole as a week ago. Chatting nervously, getting my legs put into the compression device that stops deep vein thrombosis, and all of that. Then it was time to go to theatre. Helene came with me again and off we went looking back at my father looking quite forlorn.
This time we ended up in a different docking station, and had to wait for a while. We overheard some surgeon talking to the nurse who managed that room. He was telling her that he was waiting for his prostatectomy patient who was obviously “running late”. A few minutes later, he popped his head in and said “Hello, you’re not here to have your prostate out are you?” I said “Er .. no”. And he said “Would you like to have your prostate taken out?” They are jokers, those surgeons. And the funny thing is, I wasn’t 100% sure he wouldn’t have obliged if I’d taken him up on it….
Anyway, I again said goodbye to Helene – we were becoming old hands at this. We again gave each other knowing looks, and off I went. This time, they took me right into the Operating Theatre, slid me onto the table, and gave me the anaesthetic in there. I didn’t even see Geoff, the surgeon.
The Afternoon – I woke up in the little post-op room, looked around, saw that I was still alive, said a faint hello to Helene and went back to sleep. A little later, I woke up again, and was taken into a bigger post-op ward to be watched carefully. Everything still seemed fine….
The Evening – I woke up again and there seemed to be a bit of a commotion. Nurses were running around, the surgeon was back – apparently interrupted and brought in from a Saturday evening dinner party. He looked concerned and kept poring over my charts, and looking concerned about either the amount of liquid going into me…. or the amount of liquid coming out of me… or possibly both. (I was reminded of the Soldier in White from Catch 22, and was praying that Geoff wasn’t just going to do the old swaperoo). To this day, we’re still not sure exactly what happened that night, but someone somewhere had gotten something mixed up, but what it was eventually got lost in the subsequent events.
I fell asleep again, and kept waking to nurses juggling with the liquids and the charts, and decided that I’d let them sort it all out.