The day I came home from over a week in hospital was definitely a good day. I felt happy and at peace as I walked around the house full of familiar furniture and possessions Garnet and I have collected together over the years. Each piece has at least one story behind them that I can recall in an instant. I had a the biggest smile on my face. Nothing is more relaxing than being at home!
The nurses at the hospital were ace and I was well looked after and I learnt that if you are very British and just tell everyone you are fine, it doesn’t help the pain a great deal. One has to bite down on the stiff upper lip and admit to not being fine…
I got an enthusiastic greeting from Monty, who wagged from his nose to the tip of his tail. Seb and Scotty Granny came to the hospital to pick me up, and I got more hugs from my boy in the hour we were all waiting for my discharge papers than I had in over a week in the hospital. Just a lovely welcome home!
If the pain, fear and worry of the past couple of weeks have a silver lining, they have shown us what a strong and caring friendship base we have surrounding us here. I cannot thank our wonderful friends who have, and are still are, helping us get through my being in hospital and beyond. Scotty Granny has been amazing too – flying out to help us.
For those of you who don’t know I have had a bout of ischemic colitis – not nice. I am currently on complete intestinal rest. I have learnt how to give myself nutrition via a tube in my arm. I have no idea when I will be able to eat or drink normally again and am avoiding the kitchen and food places as best I can.
Actually at the moment, the less I think about what is going on in my body the better, but it seems that one illness/injury can completely usurp another. So in Emma’s book of woes the following has happened:
- 18 months of plantar fascitis was usurped by a wrenched ankle
- Five months later, wrenched ankle usurped by an eye procedure
- Fallout of eye procedure top of everyone’s consciousness until I am hospitalised for over a week with what turns out to be ischemic colitis.
Very much over being ill / injured now, I want my life back!
So for those of you who have written me lovely long emails – this is why I haven’t replied! But thanks for them all the same – as my life gets back to a functioning level I will reply (from now-ish on), so keep them coming!