2nd Operation Cancelled.

To be honest, I know not to get my hopes up in the hospital nowadays because things rarely go right. But anyway, today was the date of my rescheduled reversal operation after the first operation was canceled two months ago. Like before, I turned up on time at 8 a.m. and waited in the surgical admissions lounge. Everything was fine; I saw the anesthetist, then I saw the nurse for my blood pressure, heart rate, etc., got all stickers and banded up waiting, and lo and behold, there were no beds in intensive care again. This had so far taken around 2 hours, and they said they were doing everything they could to make a bed available to me, knowing I'd been canceled once before. I thought, fair enough, no problem. So I sat and waited, and waited, and waited. I knew I was the last operation of the day for my surgeon, so I gave a bed every possible chance of becoming available.



All in all, I was sat waiting for 8 hours before my surgeon walked in with that "I'm sorry" look on his face. I could have gone home, but I made the point of staying all day just to show how much I wanted the operation. By the time he had managed to come see me, there was no time left to perform my operation as the theater was now being used by other surgeons, and to rub salt in the wounds, a bed had actually become available for me. Being absolutely knackered as I'd not had much sleep nor eaten/drank all day and had been climbing the walls in boredom, my surgeon could see I was quite frustrated and went to get his diary and see if he could get me straight back in tomorrow. Sadly, tomorrow's operations were potentially life-threatening should they not go ahead, so I made no effort to disagree with the fact that he couldn't get me back in.



I am to expect a call tomorrow from his secretary seeing where he could fit me in this week, next week at the very latest, as he really doesn't want to let me down or keep me on a two-month cancellation waiting list again. I can't help but think the rebooking method is completely wrong when they know that I'll be needing an intensive care bed, though. It baffles me to think they make dates months in the future to rebook canceled appointments when they know even then that there may not be a bed free. Surely they should call me when a bed is free and put somebody else back that could wait rather than it get to a set date and be hit and miss as to whether or not there's a space for me?



Either way, I decided that now that I could eat again and I'd had nothing at all, that I deserved a chippy on the way home, so I guess something good did come of it. Now I've just got to see how things turn out when I get this phone call.. =/

I feel for you! It has happened to me, and I must tell you that you handled it a lot better than I ever did! When you're sick, the last thing you want to be doing is waiting around a hospital for 8 hours! It can be very frustrating playing the waiting game with the doctors! I hope you get your operation soon and make a great full recovery!

Ha thanks, I think I've just got to the stage where I know that moaning about it makes no difference. For a condition that I was told was probably due to the amount of stress I was under, I just don't care about a lot of things anymore. There were plenty of times I wanted to grab my stuff and go home yesterday, but I guess I was just being stubborn and stayed only to prove the point. Plus, it always helps to have a rant and rage over Facebook or texting your friends on your iPhone in the waiting room; at least you're not making a scene then, haha.

This situation is inexcusable, and I blame your doctor. Someone screwed up somewhere, but he should have been on top of things at all times. I know my comment doesn't help, but the last thing you need is a surgeon who walks in with that "I'm sorry" look on his face. I would find a doctor whose face says loud and clear, "Nobody messes with my patients."