So I’d been told I could go home.
It was 11 days since my accident….almost to the minute. I’d contacted friends and family to arrange visits but now, these visits could now be at home. This was astonishing, my left arm couldn’t move…it had only been a day since I could get up and go to the toilet (I had refused to have a bowel movement while in critical care…I’d advise against that).
My room was a little hub of activity then. I was still in pants and a tee-shirt (as I had gotten warm in the night) when a doctor from critical care popped in to check on my progress. He seemed shocked to see my feet on the floor and hear the news that I was being discharged.
The neck-brace man came round to check that I had the right one on, I looked like a grumpy male meercat! There was still a lot of swelling and my neck didn’t feel like mine.
Those twiddly bits on the side move up and down and lock in to place. He showed my Mom and I the correct setting and said that he was happy to see me as an out-patient if there were any problems.
The Occupational Therapist came in to my room to look at my arm, just as a nurse was coming in to see if I could wash myself. They agreed that it might be nice for me to have a freshen-up first. The hospital room was quite big, with an en-suite wet room. I was still wearing a back-slab on my arm (the half a cast) as well as my neck-brace and I was unsteady on my feet. So, I perched on a chair in front of the sink and had a strip wash while the nurse waited outside, in case I struggled at all.There is a set way that I got washed and dressed and it felt like it took forever.
I started by taking my arm out of the cast and resting it in the sink, my whole hand didn’t move but I could feel the warm water & I washed everything with my right hand, including my left hand. Luckily, I am right handed, it was a challenge but not as much as it could have been. My Mom had brought me some of my own clothes, so it was nice to smell the smell of my washing powder and it felt a bit more real then. Mom also called me to say she was “Gok’king” me, she brought some joggers, tee-shirts and hoodies. I was so much more comfortable and warm.
My hoody matched the beds!
My hand-supports in progress! The Occupational Therapist came back after my wash, with a hand physio. Together they made 2 hand supports that fitted around my back-slab, one for day and one for night. It felt like a work-out for my hand, the most it had stretched in a while and my fingers were forced out straight.
All in all, it was a busy few hours.
It was time to relax, lie back and become a Costa advert! My notes were being collated, my belongings were being bagged up. I’d managed to get an impressive array of cards to decorate my window, the room looked bare when they were taken down.
While everything was going on around me, I still found time to eat. I put a napkin in the chin part of my neck-brace and ate most things with a tea-spoon. My final hospital meal, I hadn’t been able to sit up to eat for long, so this was actually a delight.
So long room 24, you served me well.