After moving over here my 'girlfriend' convinced me to reconsider the biopsy. It was a cake walk. Felt a tiny sharp jab below my ribcage at the back as he deadened the area and never felt anything after that, just heard the clicking sound as he tool a couple of samples. Laid on my back for about 3 hours whilst my 'wife' sat next to me smiling as one of the nurses flirted with me then home to rest, (at her insistence), for a few days and everything has been great since then.
I had that, as a precursor to having a stent put in my better kidney to try to improve it. They never mentioned any scary stories, all just matter of fact and my first ever op of any sort. All I was told, was that I would be kept in the rest of the day, not allowed to sit up, then if all OK sent home. Nothing much too it, apart from the boredom of being on my back after it for hours. Two absolutely gorgeous females doing the op. in a dim room, with me face down, a bit of pressure and few clicks and all done. I got a local friend to pick me up after.
The stent install via my groin artery was much worse and quite scary. I had to be in the night before and stay in for two nights after. They whistled me down first thing in the morning, right or wrong I'd got my new partner to shave me rather than have the embarrassment of a total stranger do it. They were intending doing it last June, but I explained I had two dogs, was all alone, but would have a partner visiting in January for a week who could look after them whilst I was in hospital, so they rescheduled to suit me. They offered me groin or arm entry, I asked them which was best for them, the surgeon said groin was more direct/easier, so I agreed to that.
The room for the op was a tiny old basement room, but with lots of modern equipment plonked in it and around six people doing the process. I arrived a gown and underwear. I was told to transfer myself onto the very narrow table, then they wiped my gown off and my undies, covering my essentials with something and no one paying very attention to me laid near naked on the table. They then blew up some sort of air bed, or maybe water bed around me, holding me firmly and anaesthetized me in the area, then began with the incision, to get there gadget in my artery. It felt horrible making its way around me. It felt like one of those net curtain springs as it went in, I was cringing with the weird sensation. Part way through, I suddenly felt I was beginning to feel very faint, sweating like a pig and my BP disappearing, so I let them know and they checked my BP and it was almost gone. They injected me with something to sort me out and paused for half an hour, whilst I stabilised. Wild swings in BP was something I suffered with at the time. Then they continued and managed to complete the job.
Throughout, the team were chatting away between themselves, about their social lives as if I wasn't there. All done, they just put a plaster on the incision, maybe a stitch on the artery. Curious, took a look to see if they had mopped up much of my blood, there were just a few spurts on the things they had used. My underwear was slipped back on and I was returned to the ward, where they began checking my vitals every hour for three days and not allowed up at all. They then discharged me home in a taxi and told to take it very easy for a week, so no nookie and keep the area dry
I had a worrying lump there for two months after, so I got the renal doc to check it out and all fine.
