I have absolutely no idea when I’m going to be able to send this off but I’ll write it anyway. It is now Friday, 3rd December and I have been ensconced in the Intensive Care Unit since I came out of the operation on Monday. Most of the nursing staff are nice enough, but this place operates noisily around the clock. I don’t think I’ve had more than about 2 hours sleep at a stretch all this week.
The latest reason for holding me here instead of transferring me down to my private room is that a sort of canal they built into my throat is leaking secretion and it has to be repaired in yet another operation – the third – sometime today. I’ll be under full anaesthetic once again.
I’m trying to adopt Linda’s attitude that the exhaust pipe has been replaced and now there are just a few nuts and bolts to adjust, but it’s very difficult in these surroundings. For the past two days, there have been operations going on right next to me, separated only by a curtain. I can hear every word. I can’t understand most of them but I can hear them!
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(Later)
The operation went on for about 3 hours. Actually, it seems that the doctors have manoeuvred themselves into an impossible position. They can’t find a way to stop the secretion leak altogether.
It was surreal when I woke up. I thought at first that I was watching a movie. It took me ages to realise that THIS WAS REALITY! Oh well, I have reason to believe that the worst is over and I should finally get back to my own room tomorrow. I very sincerely hope so! I’ll wind up a mass murderer if I have to stay here much longer!
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