I went into Kingston hospital on 22nd Sept to have my gallbladder removed as a day case patient. Last memory was being given anaesthetic. Woke up a day later in St George's Tooting cardiac intensive care! "You had a heart attack Michael". I couldn't reply because I was intubated and on a ventilator. Oh the fun. Spent the next 8 days having every test known to man, to be told "There's foc all wrong with your heart". "Why did it stop twice then Mister"? " Er, we think it was a nerve being stimulated in your abdomen called the vagel, when the surgeon pumped co2 into your gut, as part of the laprascopy. It shuts your body down when it detects it might be experiencing major trauma, but there's no way we can say 100% " or words to that effect. I didn't have a heart attack. It just stopped. Twice. Still have aching rib cage from all the cpr.
So I'm at home now, with something resembling a stab wound, gall bladder still in place and causing problems, and my GP has to re-refer me to Kingston to have another go at removing it?!
Fuck.
