Drink three pints, get free emergency operation!
Posted: Mon May 10, 2021 4:50 pm
Well, there I was on Thursday evening, meeting a mate for three pints of beer in Oxford. First time out for an ale since early December. Got picked up by SWMBO (she'd had a meal with her niece who's at uni in the city) and was just saying farewells and all that, when I suddenly felt stomach cramps.
The discomfort increased on the way back to London, by the time I got home it was definitely painful, and I'd abandoned my plan to sneak into the local chippie to finish the evening off. And by midnight it was time for the ambulance.
By the time it arrived 30-odd mins later, it was so ruddy painful I don't remember much of the ride to the Royal Free or being admitted, but I do remember that the paracetamol tablets overnight in casualty didn't do a great deal for the pain.
The consultant saw me about noon Friday, I was shifted to a surgical ward about 4pm where they put me on paracetomol drip and morphine gel (that DID work!), and I was up in theatre about 10pm, and back on the ward minus one strangulated hernia about ninety minutes later.
The lingering effects of the anaesthetic probably helped me sleep OK Friday night but thanks to various beeping machines attached to other patients, plus a regime of three-hourly blood pressure checks I didn't get much sleep Saturday night.
I got let out for good behaviour about 5pm on Sunday so currently moving a bit cautiously thanks to a tender middle! And catching up on sleep!
It's a bit of a bugger as the bike training season (totally disrupted last year) had just kicked off, and I had courses booked for the next couple of weeks.
Anyone had a similar op? How long was it till you were back on the bike?
Oh, and I reckon the pub ripped us off. Sold me what was said to be Youngs Best, but didn't taste like it. The trouble is, as you can't order from the bar, you have to trust they're bringing the right beer. I reckon they were serving the ordinary - and fairly execrable - Marstons.
The discomfort increased on the way back to London, by the time I got home it was definitely painful, and I'd abandoned my plan to sneak into the local chippie to finish the evening off. And by midnight it was time for the ambulance.
By the time it arrived 30-odd mins later, it was so ruddy painful I don't remember much of the ride to the Royal Free or being admitted, but I do remember that the paracetamol tablets overnight in casualty didn't do a great deal for the pain.
The consultant saw me about noon Friday, I was shifted to a surgical ward about 4pm where they put me on paracetomol drip and morphine gel (that DID work!), and I was up in theatre about 10pm, and back on the ward minus one strangulated hernia about ninety minutes later.
The lingering effects of the anaesthetic probably helped me sleep OK Friday night but thanks to various beeping machines attached to other patients, plus a regime of three-hourly blood pressure checks I didn't get much sleep Saturday night.
I got let out for good behaviour about 5pm on Sunday so currently moving a bit cautiously thanks to a tender middle! And catching up on sleep!
It's a bit of a bugger as the bike training season (totally disrupted last year) had just kicked off, and I had courses booked for the next couple of weeks.
Anyone had a similar op? How long was it till you were back on the bike?
Oh, and I reckon the pub ripped us off. Sold me what was said to be Youngs Best, but didn't taste like it. The trouble is, as you can't order from the bar, you have to trust they're bringing the right beer. I reckon they were serving the ordinary - and fairly execrable - Marstons.
