Remember how I could have kissed the surgeon in last week’s blog when he said I could go home? Well, a few hours later, things took a dramatic change and sadly, not for the better. My bags were packed and I was ready to go …
Another Week, Another Bombshell
Standing by the side of me was my neighbour who had gone out of their way to come pick me up. Along comes the doctor and there was something in her manner that didn’t seem right. She tells me that the wound is showing signs of ‘degassing’ and I needed to stay in hospital so they could treat it.
“No matter how strong you are, like me, at this news you’d have lost it!”
I was both physically and emotionally drained after all the surgery and I just cried my heart out. With my own wife still in hospital for her illness, I wondered if I could ever be strong again.
For a few hours I walked away sat in the day room watching old episodes of Top Gear, which finally started to make me smile watching Jeremy’s truck and trailer challenge go up in smoke. I came back to my ward bay and my bed was gone! “Bloody hell, they really have got it in for me” I thought, only to find out I had been moved to a side ward all on my own. Phew! I could chill out and, better still, I could hear the birds through the window. I closed my eyes and started to try and gain some sense of everything again.
The following morning the doctors came round and informed me that the wound needed vacuum therapy. When I asked how long it would be before I could go home they informed me another 10-14 days! I honestly thought he was joking.
The doctor then went on to explain that although I lived in Milton Keynes, there was no funding for this type of treatment, meaning that it would take up to ten times as long to heal because of the different type of treatment in Milton Keynes.
So here I was, stuck in hospital, all because of cross border politics! For the next three days frantic phone calls were being made to different parts of MK General Hospital to try and find funding and set up the right treatment plan.
Oxford PCT would fund the treatment for the first two weeks, after which, I would have a more basic form of care unless some funding was found. Finally Wednesday came, last week’s blog goes live and I’m still stuck in hospital, thinking that another 14 days would mentally destroy me! There is only so much you can do to run a business without good access to the cloud and different documents.
I finally saw one of the team who carried out the original surgery and she said “you did give us a bit of a challenge in theatre but everything is looking good, so I think we can send you home“. Hmmm. “Heard that one before” I thought. Things were a little different though, especially when my nurse came in and confirmed that my GP had agreed to fund an additional two weeks of treatment, subject to a review later on.
“Thankfully something had changed for the better. I was able to go home!”
Well, once home all I wanted to do was get into hospital again but this time to see my wife! I was told that she would be expected home later that night. Great! We would both be at home and could start the long road to recovery together.
I knew it was going to be difficult – I mean I am not allowed to lift anything. So a call was placed to Extra Help as we were going to need assistance hoovering, dusting and even for preparation of meals. All I can say is “thank god for Extra Help!” as they will come in every day to give us what we need to speed our recovery.
In the mean time, I am just about able to manage a few minutes at a time to deal with some office issues. I have 379 emails that need some sort of response; hopefully most of them can go in the deleted folder!
At the moment, all that can wait. I have to look at a few plans to keep the business going for the next few weeks and regain my strength to get back to work.
Until next time …