I'm going to stick my neck out and say that I enjoy reading the posts here. Why? Because somewhat belatedly, they reassure me that I am not the only one!
For those that wonder if things will improve, my story.....
It was a Sunday in March 22 that my partner found me collapsed at home with a brain haemorrhage. It was operated on successfully at hospital the next day.
My recovery from surgery was however not without complications.
Whilst in ICU I developed pneumonia and a few other infections which led to an 8 week stay at hospital bouncing between ICU, HDU and back to ICU. It was then that they discovered I also had vasculitis.
I don't really recall my time at ICU/HDU at all. Apart from the odd thing, my recollections start from a recovery ward in about week 9.
What I do remember though are the ICU dreams/hallucinations/delusions.
I didn't tell the nursing staff about them as I thought that they would think I was nuts! I told my partner that I believed I was actually living three different realities.
I am sure others have had similar "dreams". No cute and fluffy kittens, it was all about pain, lack of control etc.
I guess many of them were linked to my treatment at the time.
Being held hostage by the PLO/medicine sans frontier = I think this is how I viewed the nursing staff
A broken wine glass stem through the septum/nose = being intubated?
Being trapped on a capsized/sinking yacht = being washed/bathed?
Being frozen and shrunk down to a miniature and being made to work on nano scale building sites = MRI scans
I've still not quite figured out what the anal rape was about...and I'm not sure if I want to!
And there were plenty more.
18 months on and the dreams are still very clear, I can recall them like they were yesterday.
The road to recovery is not short.
I had to learn to hold a knife and fork and eat again. Bowel and bladder control took a while.
I had to learn to walk again. First off, the physio staff got me out of bed into a chair. Then from there to using a walking frame for a few steps, then from there to walking with two sticks, then with one stick.
It was at this point I made my "Great Escape" 😀 I tailgated a visitor out through the ward security doors into the main hospital. Staff found me about an hour later in the hospital cafeteria 😂
All this took time though. 8 weeks in ICU takes a lot out of you, weight loss, muscle wastage. I still have balance issues, and if I try and run, I'm told I look like Forrest Gump.
Things did keep improving for me.
Approx 6 weeks after leaving hospital I began a phased return to work with my employer. (I have a desk job and had started working from home during the covid lockdowns). Cognitively I still remembered my job, though I got tired very easily.
6 weeks or so from then I was allowed to drive again. That is when I really started to feel “normal” again.
I think that I am now at the point where I am as good as I am going to get.
As mentioned, I still have balance issues. I think I remember most things but you do start making strategies to help remember things, post it notes etc. I have regular infusions of rituximab for my vasculitis which is now well in remission.
That said I am nervous about coming off rituximab as it is possible if not probable that the vasculitis caused my brain haemorrhage. The thought of the vasculitis flaring up and going back in ICU and having those dreams again does terrify me. Though as rituximab makes you immunosuppressed, I am just as likely to end up in ICU through acquiring infection?
Work life is good. Social life is good. Despite being immunosuppressed I feel OK to go out shopping and mix with other people, though I do tend to try and avoid sick children...the little germ balls 😁
I guess I am a success story?
Good luck everyone.