I would like to start by apologising for not updating the blog with details of day 16 of my latest hospital capture. There are a number of reasons for but the main one is that I managed to escape. The decision to allow me home came as a shock and I was stunned when the doctor told me that I could either leave on a Friday or if I didn’t feel well enough I could stay the weekend and go home on Monday. It was the easiest decision to make ever, I wanted out!
I was still on IV aminophylline and hydrocortisone, as well as the rest of my meds and I was using the CPAP, I was feeling a bit better but was still a bit up and down but I was desperate to get home if I could, I was shattered and needed sleep and to be fair apart from the IV treatments they were doing nothing more for me in hospital than what I could do at home.
I was under strict instruction that if I went home I should be under house arrest and basically do nothing, not leave the house, just rest and try and recover. I would be taking the CPAP with me and I would have to remain on high levels of nebs.
Despite by bravado I am not stupid, I know and understand my condition well and I can be trusted to be sensible and I believe that these were key factors in my ‘early’ escape. That plus the fact that there seemed to be a bad shortage and they appeared to be trying to ship everybody out!
The thought of eating decent food, sleeping in my own bed and been able to have a bath or shower really appealed and even though deep down I thought that this discharge was probably at least 24 hours earlier than what it maybe should have been I wasn’t going to complain. I was just about coping and if things went wrong I would just have to go back to A&E.
By the time I got my discharge letter and meds it was early evening but I was just so relieved to get home.
During previous captures I have at times had reasons to complain, whether it be about food, staff, care, treatment etc but on this occasion the care received was excellent, all of the staff (with the exception of one doctor) were excellent and despite my asthma not been straight forward and also at times feeling down, the support received in hospital and moral support from family, friends and people who I know through social media and this has really helped me get through a tough few weeks. Special thanks go to Victor, a completely mad Spanish nurse who helped keep my spirits up as well as doing an excellent job to a high standard.
Now I am back home the hard work to making a full recovery is just beginning and I am sure that there will be a few more highs and lows before I am back to my usual self!
Thanks for reading and for all of the support!