When my wife first picked me up from the hospital my only thoughts were of joy. Not because the hospital and staff didn't look after me well, I cant't praise them enough, but everyone wants to get back to normality. Hospitals are difficult places to feel comfortable in.
The first night back in my own bed was bliss, cool sheets soft pillows. Suddenly I realised my bed wasn't what I had left it, I had to learn a new way to sleep! Extra pillow, particular side, to hot, to cold...it was tough, but I was still happy.
After two days at home I was feeling rather chuffed and I joined my wife in taking out girls to school. On the way home we stopped at a DIY store to collect some goods. Not walking far but getting out. As we got home I started to feel unwell, nothing you can really put your finger on but, dizzy, light headed, fuzzy and just very little energy. My first though was I had over done it and to sit down and rest. This soon, I realised, was not right. My wife came in to ask if I was okay and after mush soul searching (I don't like to make a fuss) I said no, can you take me to the hospital. The A & E department were great, straight in, no waiting and set up on a monitor before I knew it. I was in AF. Appraently up to 30% of patients suffer from this, and, it was in my going home book. I just hadn't realised what it was. They decided that because my heart was so erratic and high they would keep my in and put me on an Amiodorane drip, again a common treatment. I was thne submitted to the cardiac ward to wait it out. I stayed the night and by the early hours my heart was back to a normal rhythm. Early morning, after a visit from the consultant, I was told I could go home, however, along with another raft of drugs, which I now had to take fro three months. This was the tablet form of the drip. One echo later and my wife was taking me home just after lunch.
The rest of the week was fairly uneventful with lots of reading, watching TV, small walks and just general boredom. It sounds fun being off work, but when you are stuck at home it isn't!
One thing that I was becoming aware of though was my mental health. I was very sad, depressed, struggled sleeping and relying on sleeping tablets. Mental health issues are not real are they? Of course they are, and not only happen to other people. Don't suffer in silence. I had an appointment to see the GP anyway so, so I asked her what I could do. Unfortunately on the NHS counselling is not a speedy process, 4 month wait here apparently. So private it had to be, I could not wait and had to see someone. I am looking forward to my first meeting tonight, I will keep you all posted.
Regards
R2R