Monday revisited

As predicted, Monday was a busy day and I managed to tick off some achievements, which felt really good. However, I seem to have been so busy (it’s all relative remember!) that I’ve not managed to post anything here for the last couple of days, so I thought I’d recap on what’s been going on.

I managed to successfully walk my youngest daughter to school on Monday morning; according to Google maps, it’s 0.9miles following the route I took, and to be brutally honest, that was pretty near to my limit for an uninterrupted walk. For once I was absolutely delighted every time my daughter stopped to look at an interesting leaf, pretty flower, unusual bird, etc, as each diversion gave me a few seconds to catch my breath! And then having got to school not only was was it great to catch up with some of the other parents in the playground, but that also gave me a good 10 minutes rest before I started walking back home. Interestingly, the journey home was much easier than the journey to the school, perhaps because I was setting a slower pace than my daughter, and perhaps because the outward walk had already loosened up my muscles and joints a little. However, by the time I’d got home I was completely exhausted, and ended up going back to sleep. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose … 🙂

The stoma-care nurse called in to see me later in the afternoon, and we went through the whole check-up game, making sure that I was managing OK. She was also very helpful in setting up what amounts to a “standing-order” prescription for all the supplies that I need (custom-fitted ileostomy bags, adhesives, adhesive removers, skin-protector wipes etc) that will then be automatically delivered by courier over the next few months until I can get the ileostomy reversed.

And finally I drove down to Portsmouth and went back into hospital to visit one of the other patients who is still recovering from his treatments, who I’ve struck up a good friendship with. I took some beers in (to my surprise, the hospital don’t ban alcohol), and we ordered takeaway pizza from the local Dominos, which turned up at the front entrance in only about 10 minutes. Which made for a much more palatable evening meal than what would have been provided by the hospital!

It was very noticeable that having not seen him for some 10 days or so, he was looking much better. He’d put on some weight and built up some muscle tone, had much better colour, and generally looked much more healthy. He was also much more mobile and able to move more freely without assistance, which shows that he too is making good progress towards the day when the consultants will be able to send him home.

Sadly however, another patient that I recognised from my time in hospital had been readmitted yet again. He seems to be really struggling to get out and stay out of hospital. His first return was brought on by dehydration, but this time it transpires that he’s got a series of blood clots which have migrated to his lungs, so he’s now on a series of blood-thinning medication and close observation to ensure that the clots dissipate. Fingers crossed that the hospital can get him stable and back home again soon, and that (selfishly) I don’t run into such a series of problems.

Party, party, party …

Last night was the (combined) 40th birthday party for a couple of really good friends. They’d arranged to take over the local sailing club, and laid on food and a disco. Everyone got dressed up in their glad-rags, and we had a great time, with the usual surfeit of food, drink and dancing that these events involve. I’d been aware that I might have been in hospital by now, and Richard had even threatened that to ensure my attendance he would steal me from the ward, and park me in my bed in the corner of the bar! But as luck has had it, the timing was just right. It was a real reminder of what life is all about. So Richard & Ros, thanks for a great evening, and here’s looking forward to many more!

We Scare Because We Care!

The other thing waiting for me when I got home this evening was an absolutely enormous box, that had been couriered to the house. And it weighed as close to nothing as it’s possible to imagine. So I took it into the lounge and opened it up, only for this huge helium-filled balloon to burst out, bumping past me on its way to the ceiling. Nestling at the bottom of the box was an emergency supply of chocolate (thank goodness I didn’t give that up for Lent!), and a really nice card. So thanks Kirsty and Toni … you made my day 🙂

And the title of the post? The balloon was in the shape of none other than Scully, from “Monsters Inc”.