Well, I’ve been out of the hospital for a week now and have been staying at my daughter’s, although I’m hoping to go home to my house next week.
I have a nurse that comes round each day to administer my antibiotics, which have to be given intravenously and also to check my stats, which have all been more or less okay since I’ve been home!
I exercise my right hip/leg every day, although maybe not as much as I should, I find it all a bit painful and too exhausting!
I’ve now worked out or rather I’ve been told about my stay in hospital!
I was taken to the A&E department at St Richard’s Hospital Chichester by ambulance on the Saturday night/Sunday morning. Over the next four days, I was moved from ward to ward, with nobody knowing what was wrong with me!
Eventually, after a couple of nights on the emergency floor, (I wasn’t actually on the floor it’s a name of the ward!) They told me that if I didn’t pass any water, they were going to put a catheter in me! Not wanting that I immediately asked for a jug of water which I downed straight away! That was quickly followed by three more, which didn’t work either! My last memory was of me dragging a chair across the ward for support to the toilet, with my sister telling my brother-in-law Pat to go with me!
Everything from here on until my last few days in intensive care is what people have told me happened!
After another day or so of confusion on my part, not knowing who I was, where I was or who anybody else was they then realised that I had sepsis and transferred me to the intensive care unit.
After a day or two in intensive care, things weren’t getting better, and my kidneys stopped working! Soon after my kidneys stopped working my lungs and heart started to pack up! It was then that they sedated me! And put me on life support to give my body a chance to recover!
I was sedated for six days before they revived me, and I stayed in intensive care for another 3-weeks, which I don’t remember either!
While in intensive care they discovered that I had two abscesses on my right hip, my bad one.
After draining the two abscesses, they told me that they were going to remove the hip and put a temporary spacer in until they were sure that all the infection had gone! So I’ve now got this temporary spacer, which will stay in until they decide to replace my hip properly, which from what they were saying is unlikely to be this year!
The only downside to having this spacer and it’s a really big downside, I’m not allowed to ride my bike at all, in any way shape or form until I get my new hip! So that’s no cycling until next year! Must try not to get to down about it! Think I may need to lock my bikes up and throw away the keys, then I won’t be able to ride them! That’s if my daughters not already done that!
After four weeks in intensive care, they discharged me to the orthopaedic ward, where I spent another two weeks before being discharged home.
I’ve not gone home I’m staying at my daughter’s, so as you can imagine I’m spoilt rotten!
It wasn’t until I’d heard all this from different people that I realise how ill I was and just how lucky I am to be here!
I can’t praise or thank the staff at St Richard’s enough, who let’s face it without them I wouldn’t be here now!
I’d also like to thank my family and friends for all the support they’ve given me and are continuing to, particularly my daughter Vicky, who worries about me at the best of times, so god knows what she’s been going through!
Also, thank you for all the comments I’ve received via my website and social media, many from people I don’t know and many from people that I’ve only met once while on my travels! Thank you all I appreciated everybody’s kind words and thoughts!