|I need a silly friend like that today.|
It was supposed to be a simple day - get to the blood bank to get autologous done. Half an hour tops. Out and back to work. Start preparing for the op on Friday.
Instead, I ended up having to postpone my surgery all the way to LATE APRIL or MAY. :(((
This stupid autologous was supposed to be done last week. And that's where it all started... here's the run down of the not-so-fun events.
- Met with anesthetist last week. Everything went smoothly. I asked them if I could get my autologous done. Nurse said "No, it's too early" because a nurse from the dental clinic checked a "between 3-5 days from surgery" box on my form. Anesthetist clinic nurse recommends that I go this Monday (yesterday) instead.
- Monday comes and I'm about ready to get out and get my autologous done. I decide to call the blood bank to check that it's not too crowded. The phonecall does not get through and the automatic answering message tells me they are closed on Mondays.
- I start thinking, "Okay, there goes my plans to get it settled today." Then I start getting concerned how much time my body needs to replenish the blood and how it would affect the surgery.
- I decide to call the hospital nurse about whether it's okay, she seems to panic a bit and reprimands me for going so late.
- I tell her the anesthetist clinic told me that I couldn't have gone last week. She tells me I have no choice but to try on Tues (today).
- Tuesday: I decide to get to the blood bank as early as possible to get it done. When I get there, the blood bank tells me that they can't get my blood to my surgery in time for the op on Friday because they need at least 3 working days, and between Tuesday and Friday there are only two.
- I go into a little shock. Another doctor takes over and decides to check with the lab.
- I call the hospital nurse, she says she'll work it out. After a long time of waiting, somehow something is worked out with the senior staff and the blood bank says okay, they can do it.
- Blood pressure turns out too low (95/55) because I hadn't had breakfast. The doctor sends me out to eat and tells me she might be going for her break, so she'll pass my form to another nurse.
- I go out and eat a ton to try to get my blood pressure to go up as much as possible, and come back and head to the nurse's office. Blood pressure climbs a bit (97/58), but not enough (they have to see 100 before they will allow the autologous).
- I tell the nurse "But I ate a ton! How long do I have to wait till my blood pressure goes up?" The nurse tells me, "It's not what you eat, it's what you drink." How the heck was I supposed to know that?!
- I go out again and drink something like a whole litre of vitamin water, back again to the doctor's office. FINALLY BP is 109/something - so she allows the autologous.
- I head to haemoglobin count station and by this time I'm so tired of the process taking so long, I just want to get it over and done with.
- Haemoglobin count is great! Finally! Let's get this done!
- I sit in the blood donation chair and can't wait to get it done whilst nurses are scurrying around everywhere. The nurse checks my veins and tells me "Your veins are too small. We can't do the autologous."
- And I am sent back to the doctor who tells me I have no choice.
- I leave confused and tired and we start driving out of the hospital. I decide to call the hospital nurse and tell her that they said my veins were too small so she can tell me what I can do about the rescheduling. She tells me it's a huge hassle to reschedule everything because it's all prepared. And she tells me, "Oh! It happens to a lot of my patients. Just go out, get a hot drink, get yourself warm. Go walk around, and then go back. It should be okay."
- So we turn the car around from the expressway and drive back.
- When we arrive back at the blood bank, my mother decides to ask the blood bank doctor if the nurse's advice was sound and they said "no".
- The mother tells me what the blood bank says. I'm about on the verge of breakdown.
- I tell the blood bank, "I don't know what you guys are doing. Everyone is telling me different things and I am tired. You guys sort it out." The blood bank calls the hospital to contact my nurse and finds out she's out to lunch.
- With more than half the day gone, and having been pinged about by medical professionals with all sorts of opinions, and with my huge to-do list crammed up now after all the time wasted, on top of all the stress of the upcoming surgery, I'm intensely emotionally and physically exhausted.
- The mother insists that I cannot have the surgery with the risk that I have to take someone else's blood. I, too, feel uneasy about the probability.
- I leave completely drained - physically, mentally, and emotionally.
And I still am.
It was a terrible day.
The next date my surgeon is available is the 28th of Feb... which will not give me enough time to heal from my surgery for my trade show that I have to be present for in April. And I have been advised by the blood bank to take a few months to get some exercise done and build my veins. But shifting it all the way to late April/May... that's another 4 months away.
I am so tired now.
Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, I don't know. I'm just so exhausted now.
Seriously, I didn't expect this last part to be so emotionally exhausting.