I don’t know why…

I find it so hard to be looked after.

The operations went well – I woke up in the ICU ward, and was incredibly well looked after there.  I walked for hours in the middle of the night, though – I was anxious an eventually they gave me a valium or two to get me to settle.  One nurse in particular was brilliant, took time out at the end of her shift to take me through some guided meditation about being safe in my body and safe in my bed.  Above and beyond the call of duty, it was really  wonderful.

I have a hazy memory of seeing the ENT doctor early on Thursday morning; he was happy for me to go home at discharge time.  Since then I’ve been having a few issues with anxiety (ahem – that might well be the understatement of the year!).

I hate the feeling of being left in the lurch on weekends when no doctors are available.  Just have to get through…

One Reply to “I don’t know why…”

  1. Dear Caity, are you in for tonsilectomy (spelling)?
    I’m glad you had a guided meditation – did it help?
    Prayers for you,
    Marion

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