(90) Hospital...

Not sure where to start with this post, I'll keep it short and simple...

Plan was, arrive Sunday at St John's and St Elizabeth's hospital, admit Will at 6pm, operation 8am Monday, come home Tuesday evening, drive back on Friday to bring W home - jobs a good 'un!!

What actually happened...
Sunday admission went to plan, my hotel was perfect, very bog standard but excellent location for a lone women to be walking late at night and a simple tube ride away.

Monday I arrived at the hospital at 7am, W was taken down to theatre at 8.40am. During this time I sat with Codey, a friend W had made through a forum he is on, Codey was back in due to a severe infection from his surgery, this didn't help with my fear for W.  I then wandered around London to pass the time, when I returned W was not yet back from surgery. W arrived back at 2.10pm, totally out of it.
W was still knock out late afternoon, I was getting concerned but was told not to worry, he was still asleep and had only opened his eyes a couple of times and mumbled.  At around 8pm I told the nurse I didn't like his colour, his lips were white, they informed me his blood pressure was low and his pulse rate high, they did an ECG, was told nothing to worry about he had had a lot of anaesthetic.
I returned to my hotel just after 10pm, thinking a good night sleep for W and he will be chatty and full of life in the morning, after all he was in good hands!

Tuesday, I telephoned the hospital and was told W was comfortable and had had a good night. I stayed and had a breakfast and chatted to tourists in the hotel, I then checked out and returned to the hospital at around 10am.
I was met with somebody telling me the nurse and Mr Christopher were looking for me, they then appeared on the corridor. I was told that W had lost a lot of blood during the night and they had given him 3 pints, Mr Christopher then discussed that he was bleeding internally and he was going back in to surgery to be opened up to see where the bleeding was coming from.
Another 3 hours in surgery, Mr Christopher came to me and said they had given W a transfusion, the bleed was an ooze coming from where they had removed the uterus. I was then told W would be in the High Dependency Unit for the next 24 hours. Hospital staff were fantastic they found me a room so I could stay overnight.
The next few hours are a blank, W was bought into the unit, tubes coming out of everywhere he was still out of it.
After a while he began to come around but he was very tired and exhausted, the tube down his throat was causing him grief so he was not able to say much. his first words were, have you rang my grandad, a little later he was asking the nurses, have I still got my willy!!
The next few hours he was coming around a bit more the nurses and doctors were excellent keeping me informed of everything they were doing.
Wednesday, W was stable they were now sorting the plasma and other technical blood things out to get the blood to clot. Mr Christopher had come to see him and was happy with the recovery.
My nightmare, I had to return home on the Wednesday evening. Saying goodbye to W was one of the most difficult things I had to do, they couldn't tell me when he would be coming home, luckily he had Codey to talk to, so off I went on the 9pm train and was met by my other son at the other end...