Hi all, I am home a week after nipping to hospital for a minor tooth infection clear up and woke up 3 days later in ICU and seem to just need to write things down somewhere where others may be able to understand me. My brilliant hubby is still being amazing but he doesn't like to keep going over things as often as I do because he is obviously suffering his own traumas from the other side of the journey, which I totally understand.
I have read lots about the vivid dreams I am still experiencing which, although quiet disturbing, I understand why they are still happening. Must admit however some are so bizarre they have made us laugh so hard!
I also agree with people about the disorientating day you are bought out of sedation (for me this was Tuesday morning ICU day shift change over) and then suddenly find yourself wheeled on to a loud busy ward in time for lunch. That day was one of the hardest I have trouble with at the moment, laying there like a zombie, hardly able to lift my arms, not wanting to talk, other patient's visitors staring at you and then being pulled out of bed to walk to the loo before you pee yourself (my choice as I hate the idea of bed pans). I strongly believe there should be a transition ward for ICU patients for this day, so that once you hit the main wards you are at least a little more with it!
I came home on Friday morning and feel okay but stupidly forgot that I hadn't eaten properly for over a fortnight (wisdom tooth extraction started all of this the week before). Had a simple bowl of pasta and cheese - a favourite - but pre ICU/illness quantity. Big mistake! Gonna be gross now, I had begun suffering what we have nicknamed peepoo that morning and sadly at 3 am found myself still throwing up the whole contents of my stomach, whilst noticing an accident happening around my feet! Sadness, embarrassment, disgust, shame, just a few feelings I went through at that moment in time, but having time to talk to my lovely hubby (while he lovingly moped the floor), why did I feel this? It's not my fault the drugs need to leave my body, it's not even been a week yet and I did nothing to make this situation appear, I just had a tooth extraction! I have now just experienced another very vivid dream and for the first time in probably 50 years, wet the bed. So, I'm up, having a coffee and biscuit (little and often strategy seems to be working), writing this and feeling nothing negative about myself at all - heyho just another thing to go through!
Thank you taking the time to read my waffle. I think I'm going to be fine and was very lucky to only have suffered an induced coma for a few days compared to most other people on here. Just wanted to share, let others discover (as I have in the past 24 hrs) that these things are normal, doctors and nurses should actually be placed in a comma themselves maybe before they can become fully qualified to care for us and that your body has to have time to recover, however good you think you are feeling!
One final point, the NHS is absolutely brilliant!
Start time 10:00 am 3rd February - Finish time 1:pm Friday 9th Friday
Hundreds of people saved my life, cared for my life, listened to me, wiped away my tears, held my hand, measured my wee, made me drinks and food, cleaned the environment, helped me eat again, checked I was safe to walk, took my blood um teem times, replaced numerous canulars, washed and dressed me, smiled as they passed me (one nurse even stopped and re-set my drip alarm as she passed outside x ray - each and every one of them are priceless.
I hope this might help someone somewhere because I have found this hour very cathartic xx