..about the hot blanket. The what? The hot blanket, just like I said.
What the hell is the 'hot blanket'?
Ok, because I am going to have muscles pulled round from my back, under my armpits (wince now if you like) and through under my empty boob skin to make the new ones. I have to wear a hot blanket to help everything stay alive and happy and keep everything toasty.
Hot blanket is going to be 36 degrees Celsius!! For 48 hours!!
The endurance of this sweaty 48 hours will be one of the toughest parts, now that I am thinking about it. I am gonna sweat my arse off!! I had a vision last night of being completely at the mercy of the nurses, just lying there sweating relentlessly with nurses coming and going with dripping sponges washing me down to keep me cool. That sounds awful, like some Japanese game show.
"She's doing well, into her 24th hour now, only 24 to go. It must be sweltering under there. Imagine it..like being led in the desert under the beating sun, unable to move, in pain, sweating. Will she make it? Tune in tomorrow to find out in another episode of the HOT HOT HOT BLANKET SHOW!"
What the hell am I doing? I am sure it will be fine..I hope it will be fine. I hope I don't get irritable. How will I sleep? I think meditation might be a good way to go. Is there any way I can prepare for this bit? I think I will practice with my beloved wheatbag, my little friend who helps me through evil womb and back pain. I won't need him anymore after the oophorectomy but I am sure that my stepson will take him on to toasty up his feet on cold nights, the perfect bed warming device!
Damn..the hot blanket - I'm quite scared of it..this is such a small part in reality but I have to trust that I will make it through sanely and that I am quite good at dealing with varying temperatures. Although now I am worried that I might suffer with menopausal hot flushes too but that might not be such a bad thing, it might prepare me.
"Everyone cheer, here come the nurses. Its been a long, hot and crazy 48 hours but she's there, she's made it through. It's coming off. Remove the hot blanket! WOOOHOOOOOOOO!!"
I think I will order ice cream to arrive on the 48th hour - ice cream please, with extra ice!
Sunday, 30 November 2008
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Hot Blanket update: It was bad but not as bad as first feared. The morphine haze helped a lot. Sweating yes, pride zero.
"Everyone cheer, here come the nurses. Its been a long, hot and crazy 48 hours but she's there, she's made it through. It's coming off. Remove the hot blanket! WOOOHOOOOOOOO!!"
This moment was nearly as good as being told I could go home. Relief is not the word for it.
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