I had spent a couple of weeks, maybe a bit more, having to be hoisted out of bed in order to get into a chair. This had started off with nurses needing to lift me bit by bit to get the sling of the hoist underneath me before I could be moved, but had slowly … Continue reading Aiming for home
To be honest, at first HDU felt no different to Intensive Care. I still had a room of my own thanks to MRSA, I still couldn't do anything for myself, including roll onto my side in bed, and communication was still really difficult. I had a telly in the room, still, and that really helped … Continue reading Highly Dependant
Two weeks. Two weeks aware of nothing but the sedative and painkiller induced dreams in my head while my family watched me doing nothing but worry the living daylights out of them. They watched as my blood pressure, temperature, potassium levels, oxygen absorption etc. went up and down to dangerously high or low levels with … Continue reading Moving home!
There's a scene in an episode of The Simpson's where Homer's boss, Mr Burns, has a medical and it's discovered that he has every disease known to man plus a few which haven't been discovered yet. Well, I was starting to look a bit like that, only without the sycophantic assistant, money and megalomaniacal tendencies. … Continue reading Getting there, slowly.
One of the side effects of being sedated for as long as I was is weird dreams and hallucinations. I had many of these, but unfortunately (or fortunately in some cases) my memory of them has become quite clouded. As a result I can only remember certain dreams and only sketchy bits of information from … Continue reading Sweet dreams are made of this..