My new boob update

Well what i fun few weeks ive just had. Sat 28th june I sat on a big splinter which got infected. Did i moan, silly really with what i had to come! My new boob had not been looking too good for a few weeks. First of all I had a little red patch towards the centre of my chest just on the edge of the new boob. Was'nt worried about it so off i go to the Rave in Buxton. Had the best weekend ever and like a little kid cried when i had to say good bye to Alison. Following day I look in the mirror and felt like screaming. I had 6 cold sores which covered two thirds of my lips. Elephant woman, bride of frankenstien, what ever I could'nt speak (heaven to some ears) properly and as i was on hols in North Wales with my brother had to go see his doctors. She decided they were as a result of something going on in my new boob so put me on penicillin. I went to my doc 2 days l8r and she put me on more pills and got me an urgent appointment for the following mon with my boob man. By this time I had a little grey lump appearing in the corner of the boob. Surgeon said it was the implant showing through because of an infection so needed to be removed a.s.a.p. and doubled up my penicillin. I phoned everyday to the hospital but they had no beds. Wed 2nd July was the first anniversary of losing my fantastic husband so I took myself off to the downs where I had spread his ashes to tell him what had been going on and not to worry about me, cos everything was under control. Or so I thought. On the way home I had a chap accidentally accelerate into the back of my car whilst waiting to turn onto the main road. Poor April was in the boot looking very terrified but unharmed. I had whiplash and hurt my hip. The car has gone to hospital and should be back soon. 2 more days of phoning the hospital and still no beds. By this time my boob had grown a little Vesuvius which was about to erupt. On 4th July my surgeon called and implied I should write and complain as my op was urgent and I should have been operated on before an abscess had formed. Well, I decided to phone the top bod of Portsmouth hospital trusts. Could'nt get the lady herself, a Mrs. Ward!!! So spoke to her p.a. to my surprise they got the ball rolling and I was called at 5pm and told a bed was waiting for me. So off I go and get hooked up to i.v. anti biotic's every 6 hours. On the sat night my abscess burst. It had under run the skin and was about 2inches deep. Another one was forming below that. They had hoped to operate on the monday but had a 10 hour op. I was starved (not something i do willingly) all day then found out that they were all out of time. Should think they needed a beer after that sort of marathon. But did'nt mind as I had had another accident that day. They were late coming with my lunchtime i.v. so decided to put one up to drip, and inject the other one strait into the vein. Not a good move, this went through the vein into my wrist and hit a nerve. Well, i've never had pain like it. My poor hand swelled up and looked like a Kenny Everett joke hand. It kept changing colour as well. The canular was removed and they expected me to go "ahhh thats better" but no way, it was like i had broken my wrist and then put it in a fire. It took about an hour before it began to calm down. The re-sited the canular and off we went. But due to the pain my bp shot up to 200 and the machine started to scream, terrified the young trainee that was taking it. I then spent the rest of the day sleeping. Tuesday dawned with the promise of an op. By this time my poor boob looked like something from a horror film. Another day of starving and watching everyone eat a fab curry. Yes, the food at the hospital was fantastic. We walked down to the operating theatre carrying my necessities then into the operating theatre where I climbed onto the slab. It was like Piccadilly Circus in there with everyone going about there preparations. The surgeon (not mine) introduced himself while the anesthetist moved the canular yet again. The surgeon asked if he new me to which I replied “no but I wish you did”! The outcome of the op was that my implant had a very small crease in it which was rubbing and in turn caused the abscess to form. The good news was that there was no infection inside the boob. They decided to leave it all open and packed with a ribbon dressing. At first they thought it would be a good idea to leave it like this for 3-4 weeks then put a new implant in and close it up. They sent me home eventually on 11th July. Another change of mind, as I live so far from the hospital and would have to have the daily dressing changes done by the district nurses, it would be better to close it and leave a little drain. So on Monday 18th I went back to the hospital and lay on yet another op table talking about the in’s and out’s of the national health while watching my surgeon sew me up. A very surreal experience. I now have gone from having a lovely pert B cup boob to a flat one with a little hole for it to drain from. I am back to the hospital on thurs , for what I’m not sure. I then think that will be that for a few months.But i'm not holding my breath. Then back to the beginning again!!! Maybe as I did’nt get a new boob for the summer it will have to be for Christmas. My car arrived home today all clean and shiny with a new back end. Shame I’m not allowed to drive for a couple more weeks. I will just have to keep washing it and being all girlie about it. So hopefully no more updates for a while. You can stop yawning, ive finished now! Thank you for reading my blog. xxxxx