It may sound odd that I wasn't sure of what was due to be inflicted upon me but I had only discussed the procedure once, last July, on my first visit. The actual 'oh I've got to go ahead with this' was via a phone call less that two weeks ago. Anyway I was taken to theatre at 10.20 and was chatting away when I said I really wasn't totally sure what was planned. Sarah patted my hand, left the room and returned 30 seconds later with the CRS. He then explained that he was intending to excise the fissure and not perform LIS. Well you could have knocked me down with a feather. Which is basically what happened only with a wiff of gas.
I came to in the recovery room an hour later and dozed off and on until they took me back upstairs to my waiting husband about 11.45. My CRS came to see me a little while later to tell me that all had gone according to plan. He had removed a 'large' amount of scar tissue so I would never have healed by myself no matter how careful I was. He also said that I had a prolapse in the anus and that would have given me additional pain, caused more spasms. And what do more spasms mean? You get the picture: the AF cycle show was set to run and run. The upshot was that I should heal well but needed to ensure really soft BMs to allow the prolapse to heal. So I've got Movicol two times a day for two weeks. He also confirmed that there were no stitches and no dressings to worry about. 'See you next Friday'.
Pain? Well after I came round I was given 2 paracetemol to top up what I had been given in theatre. I wasn't pain free but it was a 1/10 or 2/10 at that point.
Lunch arrived, which always cheers me up, smoked salmon sandwich, a fresh fruit salad & tea. I hadn't been allowed to drink since six that morning so I had been drinking water after the op but the tea was wonderful. My other half assures me it wasn't really but I don't care, I thought it was bliss.
After lunch I was trying to get a little more comfortable when I looked down and loticed quite a lot of bright red blood. It took me several moments to realise that it was coming from my hand and not my rear end! I had managed to remove the canula by getting it entangled in the bedding. The nurses quickly sorted me and the bed out and I was thanked for adding a little excitement to their day.
I went to the loo as requested and got dressed. I then noticed a bit more discomfort so was given ibuprofen and asked if I felt well enough to go home or wanted to wait. As I only live a two minute drive away I wanted to go home. I got various bits of paper and a bag of Movicol, paracetemol & ibuprofen. That was that.
I took paracetemol & ibruprofen as instructed during the evening but the pain did rise from time to time and I was bleeding a little all the time. I hadn't been warned about that but have a memory of another doctor saying that as I was a readhead I'd bleed well!
I had a fairly good night (although I think it's time to go back the summer duvet as I got very hot).
I got up about six and used the portable bidet bought last week (thank you to whoever suggested this). I was quite uncomfortable but didn't like to take anything on an empty stomach. So I waited for tea & toast at eight.
Today has been not too bad. I'm taking the pain killers regularly. I'm still bleeding but the pain only occassionally gets up to 3/10. I'm eating quite lightly, drinking lots of water and taking it easy.
I await my first BM with trepidation. I imagine blood & pain to be honest; but it can't be as bad as before. I'll keep you posted.
My biggest discomfort of the day was watching Scotland play Italy in the Six Nations.

Linda