A-fucking-gain!?!

Today saw my 6 months bronchoscopy which went off without a hitch! No real bleeding afterwards or anything, just lots of tiredness and my stomach feels like utter shart. Which is unfortunate, because it's Pancake Tuesday and I really was looking forward to consuming a boat load of pancakes in celebration. But alas, I'm settling for a cuppa and some Liptons soup, as I do not want to vomit Fentynil and pancakes all over the house.

Today I had a douchebag for a nurse whilst in recovery. And I do beleive that when I looked at her nurses tag she didn't have an actual name but that rather her name read "Douche Bag". I was in and out of it, got scolded for drifting 'too much' to sleep and letting my sats slip to 89% because my nose was stuffed and my face was partially smooshed into the hosptial pillow, but i didn't give a shit either way.

Then. THEN! The best part! Nurse Douche Bag straggles along after i get the all-clear to fuck off, and she de-accesses my port without flushing or heparin locking it!!!!!!!!!!! And this was after i reminded her to flush and hep. lock it!

FOR FUCKS SAKE!

So then she had to go and find an older, more competent nurse who knew what to do, who promptly had to reaccess it, flush it, hep. lock it, de-access it, and set me free into the world. Me, i stumbled down the recovery hall like a drunk, angry and pissed off and feeling like I would imminently puke all over the walls. Grumpily, i got dressed in the change room and didn't even both to close the door because i was just so mad that I didn't care.

So yea...day went off without a hitch 'cept for this douchebag.