I have included the bare bones of my story below but what I'm wondering is if anyone else had a moment when reality kicked in? I understood that I could have died but the emotional aspect has become a reality and I've started to realise what my family and friends must have gone through.
In Feb this year I went for a routine laparoscopic adhesiolys (my third) and it went wrong and I ended up with a perforated bowel and by the time they picked it up and transferred me to the other hospital I was in septic shock with renal failure and fluid in my lungs. I spent 12 days in ICU, 3 in HDU and 2 or 3 weeks on the ward. All up I had 5 surgeries. I recently saw the surgical registrar from my team and after he gave me a big hug and kiss he was the most honest any medical person has been and he told me I was the sickest person he'd ever seen survive ( for 3 or 4 days I was the sickest person in ICU), which I appreciated hearing as I want to know everything about that time (due to memory issues I think my poor family were asked the same questions a lot), I live in New Zealand and at the hospital I was in there was no suggestions of diaries or other helpful things (my husband and I have made some suggestions and will be making some more) so it's fallen to them to fill me in. Though some of my surgical team are amazing and have helped lots, which is good as I have an incisional hernia and am going to have to have yet another operation when everything has settled inside from the other ops.