7am on Friday is when I need to arrive at hospital for my kidney removal (Radical Nephrectomy). I have a covid test at 4.10 this afternoon and from then on I have to completely isolate.
There’ll be another test first thing Friday and only of that’s also clear will the operation go ahead.
I had to abandon a scheduled lunch out at the last minute yesterday as it occurred to me that it probably wasn’t sensible to go and sit in a crowded cafe for over an hour. I’m paranoid something will happen to stop the operation.
I’m also worried to the point of constant nausea about the operation itself. I should be blasé as I’ve had lots of operations, including two keyhole surgeries. So I know roughly what to expect.
I’m also being seen by the best Renal Surgeon in the South of England, who’s done literally 1000’s of these.
So I shouldn’t be scared…but I am. I’ve convinced myself something will happen “on the table”. I have so many risk factors counting against me that I believed something is likely to go wrong. Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of ER or Greys Anatomy.
It probably didn’t help that I actually watched an operation the same as mine on YouTube a few days ago. Morbidly fascinating, I wanted to stop, but couldn’t.
I’ve taken these next few days off work, as there’s no way I could concentrate on anything important. A few hours on the motorbike today helped but I’m now clock watching until I have to leave for my test later.
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