What Are We Waiting For?
Yesterday was the ninth of January and it means many things to me. It's just after new year, it's six days before Nicole's birthday, it's three of my ex-boyfriends' birthdays (weird, I know) and it's a couple of weeks before pay day. But it was also my routine check-up through in Dalmuir at the Golden Jubilee Hospital after my attempted valve replacement.
Lately my sleeping pattern has been slightly American; I've been going to bed at about six in the morning as my Mum was getting up to get ready for her work and then waking up at about five in the afternoon as she was starting to make her dinner. So I had a feeling I'd be up all night, I sat on the living room floor printing out maps and research for a book idea I have (a murdery type one) when I yawned. Before I'd even finished it I was up, stuff was away and I thought I'd get to my bed as quickly as possible and sleep. Needless to say that I spend the next five or six hours staring at the ceiling and eventually gave up.
When I met my Mum at Waverley to get on the train I had been up for 20 hours (1pm) and we took the hour and a half journey to Dalmuir. Eventually we got there and found the right place, I had an ECG and an ECHO before I was called on by Nikki. She was accompanied by Hamish who will have to forgive me because by this point I had been up for nearly 25 hours and was struggling to take in anything so even his name went over my head until mum told me. Although I don't remember who Hamish was he did have a listen to my heart while Nikki was chasing up someone.
The whole point in this post was that in the appointment Nikki checked my wound sight and asked how I've felt since the procedure. I told her about my increased tiredness and palpitations to which she said that she wanted to arrange for Edinburgh Royal to issue me with a 24-hour monitor just to check them out - I've had that before from the Royal although they argued with me that my palpitations were anxiety attacks and I told them that any anxiety I was feeling was caused by the palpitations, not the other way around.
After that we spoke about how my Mum had had a holiday booked in March but she had cancelled it (look of 'silly bugger' to Mum) and Nikki said well, when would I prefer the op? I told her that for me February was too soon to make arrangements, April was too far away because I just want it over with so March was perfect and she said if I'm ready for it and free, "what are we waiting for?"
So my point is that my operation will be in March instead... I should have probably started with that huh?
Lately my sleeping pattern has been slightly American; I've been going to bed at about six in the morning as my Mum was getting up to get ready for her work and then waking up at about five in the afternoon as she was starting to make her dinner. So I had a feeling I'd be up all night, I sat on the living room floor printing out maps and research for a book idea I have (a murdery type one) when I yawned. Before I'd even finished it I was up, stuff was away and I thought I'd get to my bed as quickly as possible and sleep. Needless to say that I spend the next five or six hours staring at the ceiling and eventually gave up.
When I met my Mum at Waverley to get on the train I had been up for 20 hours (1pm) and we took the hour and a half journey to Dalmuir. Eventually we got there and found the right place, I had an ECG and an ECHO before I was called on by Nikki. She was accompanied by Hamish who will have to forgive me because by this point I had been up for nearly 25 hours and was struggling to take in anything so even his name went over my head until mum told me. Although I don't remember who Hamish was he did have a listen to my heart while Nikki was chasing up someone.
The whole point in this post was that in the appointment Nikki checked my wound sight and asked how I've felt since the procedure. I told her about my increased tiredness and palpitations to which she said that she wanted to arrange for Edinburgh Royal to issue me with a 24-hour monitor just to check them out - I've had that before from the Royal although they argued with me that my palpitations were anxiety attacks and I told them that any anxiety I was feeling was caused by the palpitations, not the other way around.
After that we spoke about how my Mum had had a holiday booked in March but she had cancelled it (look of 'silly bugger' to Mum) and Nikki said well, when would I prefer the op? I told her that for me February was too soon to make arrangements, April was too far away because I just want it over with so March was perfect and she said if I'm ready for it and free, "what are we waiting for?"
So my point is that my operation will be in March instead... I should have probably started with that huh?
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