Still we struggled
through, but the twice a week visits back to Birmingham to monitor
the op recovery, check the wound and take blood samples became epic
journeys of travelling discomfort, both on the road and waiting in
the clinic. After the staples were removed our visit schedule reduced
to weekly, but the hospital visits remained epic journeys to be
endured. The new medications I was
now taking (28 pills a day) had my head in a spin and body in a
permanent state of revolt.
A revolution intensified after the staples came out, because the scar became infected, and leaked badly for the best part of a year, nothing could be done to stop it. Any movement stimulated more discharge, plus there was the ever present threat of being caught short. Yes those sudden and imperative medicinally induced urges to get to a toilet in a rush did not leave me upon discharge from the hospital. They remained for about as long as my leaking stomach continued to cause problems. This meant there had to be a very pressing reason for leaving the house, because it was just too embarrassing for either a wound leak or pressing call of nature to occur whilst out and about or in company, and heaven forfend both would visit simultaneously.
A revolution intensified after the staples came out, because the scar became infected, and leaked badly for the best part of a year, nothing could be done to stop it. Any movement stimulated more discharge, plus there was the ever present threat of being caught short. Yes those sudden and imperative medicinally induced urges to get to a toilet in a rush did not leave me upon discharge from the hospital. They remained for about as long as my leaking stomach continued to cause problems. This meant there had to be a very pressing reason for leaving the house, because it was just too embarrassing for either a wound leak or pressing call of nature to occur whilst out and about or in company, and heaven forfend both would visit simultaneously.
Hence it became easier
and more comfortable to stay in bed and read or watch television.
This wasn’t so bad as it was possible with some TV channels to
watch never ending documentaries about many subjects I had a keen
interest in. Exercise was out of the
question while the wound remained open and infected, and my medical
regime still had my brain pretty much scrambled. But I knew I still
had to eat and made a special effort to force myself every day, even
so I lost a lot of weight. I’m
six foot tall with a slim build and normally weigh 70 kg. This was
the weight I carried into hospital. Post operation this increased by
10 kg due to water retention resulting from the liver not functioning
properly during life support and surgery, so I was 80 kg on
discharge. By September 2013 I’d lost 15 kg of normal weight and
was down to 55 kg.
Therefore 2013 was a slow
and very challenging year. Certainly the biggest challenge I’d ever
faced in my life. But even though most of the year was spent in quiet
but desperate recovery, there was much time for reflection and
contemplation.
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