Blue Tits

Blue Tit

I have always been very fond of blue tits.  My blue tit poem even won a competition when I was eight.  I fear it was down to lack of entrants but who am I to complain?  Winning is winning after all and I was never going to win anything with my sporting prowess.  However, this liking for the feathered variety does not mean I ever expected to wear one on my chest.  But here we are.  It really is blue.  I’m peeing blue too.  I like to think on that as my reward for having made it to the bathroom at the top of the stairs.  Nothing like a bit of variety.  Spice of life and all that.

Yesterday passed in a blur.  For much of it I was not conscious.  For much of it I was calm, even peaceful.  For a very little I was scared witless.  But only a very little.  There was an initial flurry of activity as those of us waiting for biopsy were herded, dressed in hospital gowns and slippers, down through the main hospital waiting area for our radioactive nipple stabbings – which were as you would expect: short-lived stinging but otherwise ok.  Before we went, I had a pregnancy test done.  This amused me.  I asked the nurse if the word ‘hysterectomy’ meant anything?  ‘Not much, sadly, it’s protocol,’ she replied.  After that there was much waiting around and twiddling of thumbs.

We were returned to our respective bays on the ward and initially kept to ourselves.  But after about an hour, three of us wandered out and congregated in the sun streaming from the windows.  The next couple of hours passed quickly as we chatted, giggled and generally swapped notes and compared experiences.  Much better than sitting in splendid isolation.

Shortly before midday, I was summoned to theatre first.  I trotted round in my dressing gown and slippers to be greeted by two of the jolliest anaesthetists I have ever encountered.  The whole thing was delightful.  And I do realise what a bizarre thing that is to say.

Two hours later, I was back on the ward, drinking water like a dehydrated fish and asking when I could go home.  Speedily by NHS standards.  I ate the required toast, drank the required water (and then some) and peed the required (blue) pee so having chatted with the surgeon, I left within two hours and was home by 5pm.  From the surgeon’s point of view all went well.  They took 3 nodes which is typical and my results will be available next week.

After all that excitement, I spent the evening snoring on the sofa while pretending to watch the tele.  I do not think I fooled anyone.

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9 thoughts on “Blue Tits

  1. I’ve been thinking about you Helen, thank you for updating us. Isn’t the NHS wasteful, doing totally unnecessary tests because ‘it’s protocol’? How ridiculous, it’s time they found some common sense!

    Wonderful that you found women to laugh in the sun with, and friendly anaesthetists – could’ve been a far worse experience without such treasures.
    Hugs and love to you as you wait to hear what the next steps will be …

    xx

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    1. Hi Sandra, It’s not altogether wasteful or unnecessary, given that many women aren’t as knowledgeable and sensible as Helen – I came across plenty of people using entirely wrong terminology for things we might take for granted are obvious, when I was a nurse. Rather than the staff making judgements about the wherewithal of someone they’ve only just met, it’s just not worth the risk to a potential unborn child, given how simple and cheap the test is. 😊

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      1. Hi Lucy

        Totally understand where you’re coming from – I’m a qualified nurse and midwife so understand the risks. I still personally feel it’s a waste (and rather insulting) albeit small and cheap – surely Helen’s notes document she’s had a hysterectomy?!

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  2. I will never look at a Blue Tit in the same way now! Well done for clearing the first hurdle with such chirpiness; Thinking if you often through the day and prayers going through the Hot Line.
    Hope you have some treats planned for the next week and hold onto that peace which passes all understanding.
    Love you xxx

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  3. we have bluetits nesting in our garden. I love watching them flying in and out of the nesting box that Hannah built at school in Year 6. There has been at least one pair per year ever since then. Now everytime I see them I’m going to think of you and your blue tit and have a little wry smile to myself and send you loving thoughts! X

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