The quietness I was anticipating failed to materialise as the poor old guy next to me gargled and choked his way through til sunrise and the horrendous nausea I felt yesterday continued through the night and into this morning. I put it down to the drugs and the practice nurse tended to agree with me. The antibiotic syrup tasted disgusting on the way down but when you then have to cough it back up through a mostly closed mouth, trust me it's not good. Apparently it was that antibiotic and the Tramadol causing the intense nausea, so we agreed to stop it. Settled for a much simpler routine of cocodemol every four hours. I was actually wondering whether they'd let me home given that I hadn't really eaten anything since Sunday. So I forced down another yoghurt in an attempt to convince them that I was "fine".
I was told the swelling was already starting to go down a bit which was reassuring, although I couldn't help wondering what the final result would feel and look like and whether it would have all been worth it.
I had to have a meeting with the dietician before I left although I didn't get much from her that I didn't already know. I knew I had to eat, I knew I had to build up my calorie intake and I knew that I probably wouldn't be tucking into a T-Bone steak for a while yet. "Start off with soft foods" she said..... no shit sherlock!! Anyway I sat there and nodded for a few minutes before she toddled off.
I was picked up at 1pm and got home shortly after. I was nervous about my daughter's reaction. My boy is too young to know though. I was right to be nervous. As I walked up the garden path her face was one of shock, she sort of knew who I was but looked scared stiff as I got closer. I tried to mumble a lively "hello" to reassure her but it didn't really work. I didn't push it as I didn't want to scare her even more so I walked upstairs and just broke down in tears. That was probably the toughest part of this whole ordeal so far.
She did start to come round slowly and it wasn't long before she was reaching for her Doctor's case in a bid to make me feel better. Bless her. It was good to be home and the familiar sound of family life made me feel much more relaxed. Nice to get back in my own bed as well!
Wayne,
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You nearly made me cry about your daughter's reaction. I can't imagine.
I'm loving your blog, I've read every page up to here so far.
I'm so proud of you.
Wayne, this was the post that got to me most too & yes, exactly the bit about your daughter's reaction. I won't forget the scared look on my face when my son saw me on the day of an operation I had. He wanted to stay well away from me and just stared. I wished I could have hidden away for weeks until better and smiley but it wasn't to be. I tell myself that although it's a memory I would like him not to have, on the positive side he has seen someone go into hospital, be in a pretty awful state & then recover fully. These experiences are lessons to our children that although we might not choose, have offered them valuable learning too. Great to see how far you've come and good luck with continued recovery.
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