One day I woke-up hearing my husband saying I think she's coming round now. I had this thing in my mouth that was making me retch. So I decided to take this out & I hear a voice saying ''Let me do it Sylvia'' and another voice saying ''Do you know who I am''. I am thinking of course I know who you are, you are my, (Why are you wearing a Jumper with a green parrot on it), idiot husband.
Am I dreaming? No I am awake & this is not my bedroom. What the hell is going on? I look around & I see machinery, nurses, doctors, other people all strangers & my husband Ken. I was told that I am in intensive care, that I have been seriously ill & that I am going to be OK. What the hell's going on? I have no memory since going to bed, whenever that was.
I laid there stunned , trying to take this all in whilst looking around. During this time I was holding Ken's hand tightly, like a security blanket as he is the one constant I have at the moment. There was a nurse typing away on a machine at the end of the bed, and there is Ken sitting beside me trying to reassure me that everything is alright. Nothing is sinking in. I must have gone to sleep because the next memory I have is that Ken was gone. I can remember looking around still wondering why I was there, what happened, how did I get to hospital.
I remember being fascinated at what I was seeing as I had not seen anything like it before. This is Intensive Care. It's full of nurses, doctors, beeping machines & others coming & going. I dozed often. I have a memory of Ken one side of me, my sister on the other side. I can remember the pair of them laughing & I also remember my sister blessing me, (She is a devout christian, and I felt she needed to do this.) My next memory is seeing my two girls coming towards me & they are smiling. They sat either side of me. I held their hands not wanting to let go.
How long was I in ITU I have no idea as one day was very much like another. Did it rain? Was the sun shining? I don't know. All I knew for sure was when it was night or day.
I was moved to Gardner Ward, stayed there for a few hours, then moved to Wellington Ward. I only stayed there for one night. I developed breathing problems and ended up back in ITU. I had needles put in the right side of my neck, and a mask over my face. I was put under again, how long for I have no idea.
This time when I woke up I knew where I was, and why I was there. Nice feeling. This time I was in ITU longer for whatever reason, but the routine was the same. Unfortunately during this time three people died. Each time the staff would not let them go & only gave up after at least an hour. I saw my husband (my hero) every day. We didn't always talk, I was just happy to be alive and able to hold his hand. I remember saying to Ken ''When I get out of here I think that I need to get my eyes checked as I am having trouble seeing''. Ken replied, ''Try putting your glasses on''. Up to that point I had completely forgotten that I wore glasses.
Seeing my girls (they'll kill me for calling them that as they are in their, well lets just say they won't see thirty again. Boy do I feel old.) and holding them, talking to them. I think I was doing most of the talking, and talking twaddle as well I expect.
My total time in Hospital was just over a month