To say that I was a touch apprehensive about the possibility of another operation is an understatement. I was terrified. One thing was for sure, I was not having "routine" keyhole surgery again. Thankfully it wasn't an option when repairing a 6 inch hole in my abdominal muscle wall; I was going to be opened … Continue reading The name of the blog explained
I was welcomed back home by a massive firework display at home. Well, maybe not at home, but at Baghdad. And not fireworks, but missiles. Yes, I was home in time to watch endless rolling news reports about the US/UK invasion of Iraq, which went well! We stayed with Mary's parents for the first few … Continue reading Home, but a bit lumpy!
To say I had made a quicker recovery than expected was an understatement. 5 weeks after being admitted to A&E I was up on a general ward and working harder than ever at my walking. I was able to take more visitors and my youngest son, Jamie, who was only 2 at the time, came … Continue reading Homeward bound
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!