Morning All
I'm taking advantage of DH still being 'comfortably' tucked up in bed catching up on sleep. The last few weeks have been a bit of a challenge. Well, all of May really. I can’t remember when I last posted or how much, but, briefly, at the start of May DH went to the Norfolk and Norwich (NNUH) hospital for an investigative angiography (I think that’s what it’s called) with possibly a stent necessary while they were there. I had a nasty feeling things were worse than that, and I think he was too as we were both very nervous about it all. I dropped him off at the hospital door, as one does nowadays, and drove home in our ‘new to us’ 4x4 automatic hybrid. Somehow with my preoccupation, and also glancing down to make sure the switch brake was off, the car shot forward into the car in front. I still don’t know how I did it, but of course there are sensors in the bumper and there’s a world shortage so it’s a courtesy car for me for the foreseeable future.
DH can’t drive anyway for a long while - I got a call from him that afternoon to say he was staying in as they thought a triple by-pass was on the cards with an aortic repair and possibly a new heart valve! He had a two week wait sitting in hospital here waiting for a place at Royal Papworth Hospital. All the pre-op tests were done at the NNUH and he was taken to Papworth in Cambridge two weeks ago, operated on the next day, had a weeks recovery there and then discharged. From Papworth. Two hours drive away at least. Luckily our son had just got his new, lovely comfortable car, but it still meant seven people co-ordinating and a lot of nagging to get a reasonable discharge time without hours of hanging around to bring him back. Papworth though is a wonderful hospital. All spanky new and modern in the middle of a large new science and medical campus. Even the food is good!
Anyway, one day at home sitting in the sun - and his heart rate suddenly went up much to high and stopped there. (Luckily, he has an iWatch and it alerted him.) The Community Nurse called round and confirmed - so, paramedics, a four hour plus wait in an ambulance, overnight on a trolley bed in A&E before there was a bed on a ward for him. Four days later and its all under control again with more medication and he’s home again. And frustrated that he can’t do more. It wasn’t helped when someone from Papworth rang yesterday to see how he’s getting on and said he should be aiming at a two mile walk by now!! He can just manage a couple of turns around the garden with an elbow crutch for balance. I don’t think they take his lack of exercise for the last five weeks into account. At least I hope not.
So, sorry, I’ve not been around. I’ve not really been feeling sociable. I’ve spent a lot of time annoying soil in the garden and we’ve both been amazed by the support of friends and the family. They come, bring cake,/fruit/cards, give a gentle hug and depart or ring and text for updates. I’m beginning to think they’ve made a rota!
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and we’re both still here. And I’m about to try to change his weepy leg dressing from where they ‘harvested’ the veins needed. The community team are on Sunday rota for the next four days so we don’t want to bother them if we can help it.