At some point early in the morning I was moved from my bed to a reclining chair before I was finally able to sleep for a while.
My surgeon came to see me mid-morning and told me that the operation was a great success and that they achieved all they wanted to. If I remember correctly he said my upper jaw was moved both upwards and backwards 5mm in each direction, my lower jaw was extended forwards 11mm and my chin was repositioned outwards and downwards. He also said that I had some bone loss in one area of my jaw and he used bovine bone in place of my own which my body would accept and fuse with my own bone. His parting words to the team were that they could remove both the gastric tube and the catheter. While it was not a very pleasant experience having either of them removed, I'll spare you those gory details and just say that I was happy once it was over!
After lunchtime I was transferred to a ward where I had a private room and I got to have my first liquid meal of fibre milk, clear consommé and water. I also looked at myself properly in the mirror for the first time - it was not a pretty sight. Everything was swollen and bruised - my face, cheeks, lips, neck and my arms where the lines were inserted. On the inside everything was swollen too including my gums and throat - of course this is to be expected after major jaw surgery.
|Sing to me, my angel of music!|
I was feeling very weak so lots of rest and sleep were in order. Having to wheel around a drip and grapple with five sets of lines each time I wanted to use the bathroom was tiring in itself. Later on that afternoon Frankie came to see me in hospital followed by my friends Gerry, John, Jack and Daniel. They brought me a lovely robe and lots of magazines to keep me occupied. After another liquid meal I bedded down to try and sleep off the discomfort.