I’ve been home for sixteen days now and I keep kicking myself, metaphorically of course since I can’t actually do it for real, especially not with my mobility issues! Five days after open heart surgery, after having my sternum sawed apart and my heart cut open, I was at home. So after being home for
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I did think of calling this “Panic and Pain”, but I’m not so panicked by Atrial Fibrillation since I experienced it in hospital and the Doctors and Nurses were so blasé about it – apparently it’s very common and around 40% get it post-op. However I didn’t expect it to surface again when I was
It’s amazing, last night I listened to my valve working. It clicks and it’s audible. It’s the first time I’ve been able to hear it. There are lots of other things happening, my physios were through to test me today, the doctor’s rounds were positive, and I’m feeling more mobile. Still, some things are still
It was almost too good to be true. I was progressing well, heading towards a Sunday home run (not that kind of run) and then I hit a relapse. Apparently an irregular heart beat is extremely common, it just doesn’t feel this way. It might also have been avoided had there not been a mix
It was strange how I woke up before the gentleman arrived to get me organised for the morning’s events. As he walked to the door and turned on the lights I was already awake and on the phone texting my wife. His arrival marked the final stage for me. Packing away my goods, showering in
So here I am, in hospital, waiting for the evening to pass, sleep to come, and the big day to roll around. It’s been a weird arrival into the ward, you’re expected to just slot into the seemingly timetabled haphazardness of everything and just get in with it. I’ve been shaved, showered in bacteria killing
You’ll remember I previously wrote about the Sucker Punch feeling, when I’m happily going on with normal life without a thought of the operation to come and something will happen to suddenly snap me back to reality, like a sucker punch. Well the biggest one I’ve had so far has happened and it wasn’t anything to do with the hospital, it was leaving work.
Work has been, by far, the best distraction from waiting for the hospital to call and the surgery to come round. It’s especially been distracting because of a major project I’ve been involved with starting, something I’m not going to get the chance to see through. So the last day certainly came with a bang.
It’s been a funny feeling dealing with everyday life while the journey towards the operation continues on and I’ve come to realise what it feels like. It’s as though every now and again, just when I’ve settled back into the daily swing of my life, someone comes right up to me and swings a massive
I know there’s a huge event happening in my life next week, something incredibly big and quite dangerous, but also hugely positive and something that will have a fantastic impact on my life.
Yet I still don’t feel the full force of that impact from Wednesday, just a day ago, and I’m not sure I will until afterwards.
Yesterday, I received a phone call, the phone call, the one that means I’m being invited into the hospital for open heart surgery, and I accepted.