So, this rollercoaster of a few days I’ve been on has challenged my positivity, my ability to bite my tongue and tested my patients to the very limits, but ultimately ended with the best possible outcome; being at home with my amazing rock of a wife, Zee 🥰
I should have actually been sent home on Wednesday, but when I moved over to the recovery ward from high dependency ward on Tuesday morning a nurse practitioner took the decision not to put me back on a drip machine that was designed to get my INR to where they wanted it.
I also found out at this point that I was given some medication that I am essentially allergic too; gentamicin. This drug is the very reason why I now wear hearing aids. Despite having a conversation the night before the op and whilst waiting to be put under the next morning with the anaesthetist about this, it was used during the 8 hour operation
There’s been a whole host of other issues, including promises being made by the surgeon that were not carried out by the first nurse to look after me in intensive care, that I won’t go in to. Suffice to say that I’ve had a very frank conversation with my surgeon about everything. He went a funny shade of red when I told him about the gentamicin!
Anyway, finally got put back on the drip early Wednesday evening and woke Thursday morning and could see the drip wasn’t running. I knew that meant my INR was where he should be and I could go home!
Having been in hospital for 20 days at this point and with it being so beautifully sunny that day, all I wanted to do was not be enclosed within four walls, feel the sun on my face and breath in some fresh air, so headed to my local pub This has been my local for the best part of 10 years and we are officially in their top three customers apparently 😇 so I got an amazing welcome from the staff that were in duty. Made me feel amazing.
After about 3 hours of chilling in the sun, we headed home for a dirty KFC
I’ve had a few wobbles, a couple of times where I’ve broken down in to tears over what is coming next, but I’ve still not dealt with the many, many changes to my life that have been forced upon me 😞 The big one being the need to be on Warfarin for the rest of my life, and all that entails. Won’t go into too much detail about this yet as I need to have a conversation with someone first. But it’s a biggie.
I have been referred for counselling, which starts in July to try and help with the PTSD that I have had since op #2, but the biggest challenge is financials. I’m not being paid, coupled with spending the last 3 years on less than minimum wage whilst completing my apprenticeship has put us in a really challenging situation. Bless my baby bro, he’s set up a Go Fund me account, which was a very hard thing for me to agree to as in a massively proud man and have gotten to where I am in life all on my own, but we simply cannot survive with a little bell this time round.