I was ready to go through into the operating centre. It was weird being able to see my legs but to be unable to do any thing with them. Later on I watched as a nurse lifted my leg but if I hadn’t been looking I wouldn’t have known it was happening. Anyway I was wheeled into theatre where my Urologist was waiting and I was slid across onto the operating table.
What music would I like to listen to? I said that I would normally go to the cabinet and pull a CD out but Adiemus would be good. It took some time to find it on the Internet. When it (the TURP) was all done the Urologist said she enjoyed it and she would play it for the next patient.
While this was going on sheets were put up so I couldn’t see below my waist. Dr Anasthesia asked me if I would like him to tell me when they had started. I said yes and he said they had already started! I could see nothing of what was going on (and more importantly could feel nothing) so I stared at the ceiling and had a chat with the other anaesthetist A metal plate had been put against my thigh and a current was passed through a wire inside me. This removed the unwanted part of the prostate (which was why I could or, thought I could, smell burning). Diathermy is the posh word
I was also on various drips one of which was a clear liquid going up into my bladder so the surgeon could see where she was going. I think I also heard gentamicin mentioned. On top of this were the various wires connected to the sensors keeping track of me.
And then it was all over, I was slid back on to the trolley and wheeled round to the recovery suite. Could I wiggle my toes? Definitely not. Could I move my legs? No way Could I feel the cold spray? Only on the top half of my body. This went on for a while until eventually I could do a little twitch of the toes and I was wheeled back to the ward. It was next morning before I could lift my legs on their own.
I had compression stockings (from when I was admitted) and now had a sleeve on each leg which were connected to a device which looks as if it puts a puff of air into the sleeve so that it squeezes the leg This is all to prevent DVT and blood clots. Also I now had a three way catheter! One tube to inflate (or deflate) the balloon that holds the catheter in place, one to flush it through with saline solution and one to drain (a mixture of saline, urine and blood). Lovely jubbly.
I wasn’t allowed to eat for some time after surgery because I was likely to throw up. Eventually I had a light meal at about eight o’clock. Then lights out and the challenge of trying to sleep while my legs were being squeezed.