Well the day has finally arrived and after taking a couple of photos of his eyes at home before the work on them ...
we're on our way to London from Luton on the 9.20am train ...
After a couple of stops at Harpenden and St Albans we reach St Pancras International station and head for the taxis walking under this amazing roof ...
Neither of us are familiar with London and so the thought of tackling the Underground was too daunting! We soon arrived at Moorfields Eye Hospital ...
and found MacKellar Ward where we checked in and were shown to a bed. After all the paperwork was dealt with the nurse taped up Mike's rings and gave him his bracelet ...
There's no going back now! I felt a bit guilty when the tea-lady came round and I could enjoy a very welcome cuppa while Mike had to sit and watch me drink it as he was on nil by mouth. We had a visit from the anaesthetist and a very young lady doctor who drew arrows on his forehead just in case they forgot where his eyes were!
and then we just had to wait until he was called. He walked off to the theatre at 2pm, at 3pm Jamie arrived to sit and wait with me and with the operation due to take about two and a half hours we began asking if there was any news just after 4.30pm. We finally heard that he was in recovery at 6pm! It had been a very long op but he was through it okay. Jamie and I then nipped up the road for a McDonalds as the cafeteria in the hospital was closed for the night. When we got back we reported to MacKellar to see if he'd arrived on the Observation Ward. Great news - he was on his way! We were shown down by a nurse and as we arrived he was just being wheeled in. He now had a room to himself but he couldn't see it! He'd had work on both eyes and so they were both covered ...
Poor thing he looked like a bug! We stayed with him sorting out the television which of course he could only listen to and helping with some ice-cream. They'd taken some membrane from inside his bottom lip so this was the only thing he could eat easily. The plastic surgeon popped in to see us and he said he was very pleased with the way the operation had gone in fact he reckoned it was 'a personal best'!! At this point Jamie and I left Mike to have a well earned rest and we made tracks for home. With Jamie leading the way we went via the Underground and then caught the train to Luton finally reaching the house about 10pm. A very long day and I couldn't wait to get to bed! Fingers crossed that all will heal well and Mike will be seeing properly again very soon.
we're on our way to London from Luton on the 9.20am train ...
After a couple of stops at Harpenden and St Albans we reach St Pancras International station and head for the taxis walking under this amazing roof ...
Neither of us are familiar with London and so the thought of tackling the Underground was too daunting! We soon arrived at Moorfields Eye Hospital ...
and found MacKellar Ward where we checked in and were shown to a bed. After all the paperwork was dealt with the nurse taped up Mike's rings and gave him his bracelet ...
There's no going back now! I felt a bit guilty when the tea-lady came round and I could enjoy a very welcome cuppa while Mike had to sit and watch me drink it as he was on nil by mouth. We had a visit from the anaesthetist and a very young lady doctor who drew arrows on his forehead just in case they forgot where his eyes were!
and then we just had to wait until he was called. He walked off to the theatre at 2pm, at 3pm Jamie arrived to sit and wait with me and with the operation due to take about two and a half hours we began asking if there was any news just after 4.30pm. We finally heard that he was in recovery at 6pm! It had been a very long op but he was through it okay. Jamie and I then nipped up the road for a McDonalds as the cafeteria in the hospital was closed for the night. When we got back we reported to MacKellar to see if he'd arrived on the Observation Ward. Great news - he was on his way! We were shown down by a nurse and as we arrived he was just being wheeled in. He now had a room to himself but he couldn't see it! He'd had work on both eyes and so they were both covered ...
Poor thing he looked like a bug! We stayed with him sorting out the television which of course he could only listen to and helping with some ice-cream. They'd taken some membrane from inside his bottom lip so this was the only thing he could eat easily. The plastic surgeon popped in to see us and he said he was very pleased with the way the operation had gone in fact he reckoned it was 'a personal best'!! At this point Jamie and I left Mike to have a well earned rest and we made tracks for home. With Jamie leading the way we went via the Underground and then caught the train to Luton finally reaching the house about 10pm. A very long day and I couldn't wait to get to bed! Fingers crossed that all will heal well and Mike will be seeing properly again very soon.
2 comments:
Bless! - He looks like such a brave little soul waiting to go under the knife x
Do hope he is home soon.
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