I’ve only been home since Monday night but life seems to have settled into the pattern it will follow for the next week.
I wake up about 5am, and pull out the laptop, a.k.a.my priceless connection to my friends outside London. About 8.45 I run a bath (far easier than the shower in my house at the moment). Just before 10, I walk to the cab office at the end of my street where, having made some friends already (hi Kerry) they have a car waiting to take me to back to Hospital Number 3. Once there I let them take my blood, vampires that they are, and stick me with Clexane. Then I generally say hi to whoever is around, and they tell me something useful that I didn’t know before. Then lunch and home and sleep. About 3pm a doctor rings me to say that my blood results mean to take Xmg of warfarin tonight (I have 5mg, 2mg and 1mg tablets which mixes and matches to make the right dose), Then, yay, people generally start to arriving to make their own coffee and say hello. This is the best bit – thanks for coming! Then early evening my phone starts quacking – quite literally, as I’ve set the alarm to ‘duck’ so its different; it made CG laugh when she heard it – so I don’t forget to take said warfarin. This will be the routine every day, including weekends, until the warfarin dose stabilizes so I can take the same amount every day and can go back to Number 3 far less often. That’s likely to happen early next week.
I scored the hat trick yesterday by seeing the third Andy. Non-work friends know I reference them individually as ‘one of the Andys’ when mentioning them in conversation; though possibly the Andys do (did) not know this! These Andys are particularly special (dear me, I’m sensing the ego trip from one of you coming this way!) as they are each remarkably knowledgeable about ‘stuff’ and, along with some of our colleagues, seem to forgive me for endlessly asking them to explain complicated things to the layperson over our daily tea bar breakfasts (like what each variable of the pension proposal actually means for me (AndyB) and how the entire field of economics is bound together (AndyL)). They also each have the ability to point me in the right direction – a.k.a. tell me off- when required, in a manner that I receive. Rare or what??!!. (Hmm, AndyC, while you are wondering what your specialist knowledge is, be comforted that so am I (!!!! ) and it’s the entire history of LBH/R4, plus nearly being able to order me a mint chocolate cloud in Starbucks ) Anyway, this Andy (L) was particularly fun to see this week because, like me, he also thinks seeing your heart on an ultrasound while they push bubbles through it to see if it leaks (mine does not!) is like having your very own science experiment. So I got to talk about it without feeling like I was boring someone else!
So where are we now? Well, my balance is pretty much back. I can walk and the room does not spin. I know it’s not the most graceful walking, but its not that noticeable either, and doing stairs is fine except when I’m really tired. I haven’t yet ventured outside further than to the cab office at the end of my street, but there’s a potential plan for that this afternoon! I’m tired, but not like I was before. I still forget what I’m saying sometimes but, again, it’s so much better than before and – I reckon – some of you are as bad as me at that and you don’t have such a fine excuse! I think I’ll turn the television on today because that doesn’t seem daunting any more. And I’ve started talking with uni about a plan to get around the 4 essays/exams that I’m supposed to be doing now for Decemember cos, while the Daily Mail is probably do-able (if I bought it!), the text books and papers on my desk would need to be read about 10 times each before understanding travels from paper to brain and, as you will have noticed, I can’t edit yet, which is the important bit! Add to this that I’m not likely to be fast enough in brain or hand to do a 3 hour exam in 6 weeks and that there is absolutely no way I’m falling behind my cohort – no. way. at. all. and you can see why I was relieved they are thinking about what we can do.
Though, lest we are tempted to forget, this time last week I was still in the Acute Unit at Hospital Number 2… so, actually, anything is possible!