Coming into hospital over 3 weeks ago I never imagined I would still be here, the last week or so has really shown that it’s the little things that can make or break a day and sometimes it is easier to take the big news in your stride.
10 days ago I was moved on to TPN feeding through a PICC line in my arm – there is no service for getting it in the community in my Trust, we had an exciting 24 hours thinking I might get transferred to Belfast but it seems the waiting list is huuuuuuge. Although feeling much better (getting LOTS of nutrition) I am grounded here until the surgeon returns.
The good news is home leave was granted – this is a few hours out of hospital to return to the real world and remember it is still going on outside these four walls and the perfect excuse for a Starbucks! Home leave has become the most looked forward to thing but also a great cause of stress when things do not go to plan and you can see the minutes ticking away..
I have been moved rooms at least 6 times since I came in – you hear many people’s stories, even had a few nights beside a professional opera singer. Sometimes you have to make the best of a situation, we have introduced movie nights and board games to pass the time away. A highlight was the novelty of getting post straight to the ward although I am beginning to feel like a permanent resident!
It seems there is going to another few weeks in hospital and there might be enough paint by numbers to start a gallery by discharge but I am off to negotiate my next home leave!