shabana19
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Each time I have had sutures removed, I have been admitted as a day patient and taken to the ophthalmology theatre. Others, I know, have had sutures removed at a clinic, sitting up looking into a "slit lamp".
Let me tell you about my experience: and let me say at the outset that it was entirely positive each time!
I usually got to the hospital just after lunch, went through the admission procedures and went to the ward. At the ward I was interviewed by a nurse to make sure that I was the right person and that I knew what was going to happen. Then I was given one of those 'theatre gowns' that make people in hospital look so comfortable

. I wore my own dressing gown over this, and with my slippers on my feet I went into the day ward where I sat on a recliner while nurses plied me with tea and cake, took my blood pressure and temperature and made reassuring noises about the projected timetable for the day.
Suture removal is usually the last thing the surgeon does for the day.
The theatre porter arrives with the gurney/seat (a marvelous device that transforms from a sort of electric wheelchair to a theatre trolley at the push of a button). I was then taken to the or waiting area where yet another nurse asked me my name, checked to make sure that I knew what was going to happen, took by blood pressure and temperature and smile beguilingly at me.
Having looked through my file to make sure that I had signed all consents, I was then left while the surgeon finished his previous job.
Dr Ramaesh, a delightful man who performed both my grafts and my cataract operation, then came into the waiting room for a bit of a chat and then went to scrub again while I was wheeled into the theatre. The problem with being last is that the theatre nurses get to choose the music at the end of the day, the surgeon having made the selection for the early part of the day.
The surgeon flooded my eye with anesthetic, and the seat readjusted to a trolley. Looking directly into the business end of the theatre microscope, and with a nurse holding my hand, the procedure began. I watched the ophthalmological scissors snip each suture and my vision 'wobble' a little as the silk was removed. I counted the sutures out and in no time (a couple of tracks of the 'pop' album that was playing) Dr Ramaesh pushed the microscope away, triggered the trolley to revert to being a chair and said soft and encouraging things to me about using drops for six weeks and a clinic appointment being made for me.
Back in the ward I was given my clothes, given another cup of tea and waited for the arrival of my drops from pharmacy.
For less than ten minutes in theatre I had spent a fairly pleasant afternoon in the care of the nurses at Gartnavel. All in all a pretty pleasant experience.
Nothing to worry about!
All the best
Andrew