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I know I haven't written in months. The reason is simple, I have been in hospital. If you look back at previous entries, you'll read that I was complaining of pins and needles and pain in my thigh. Well, I should have pushed my (old) Dr. to do more. In September, I had a very bad spasm in my calf muscle. The result of this was a COMPLETE inability to weight bare. Me and my man struggled on for about 2 weeks after it happened, but it soon became too much and on the 23rd of Sept, I admitted myself to hospital. What followed was 7 weeks of painful rehab. The therapists warned me that I probably would not be able to regain my mobility at the level I had been used to.They had discovered that my hip-joint was wearing down and as a result, my hip was moving and squashing a nerve. THIS dear readers, was why I was experiencing pins and needles. It seems that I will need a hip replacement eventually.
You can imagine that all of this has been a huge shock. I no longer weight bare and require hoisting to bed and to the toilet (I use a bedpan and commode). My care has been increased to 4 times a day and I have to go to bed by 9.30pm every night. It's hard on my lover, even though he denies it. To say the experience has been hard is an understatement. First, I was put under pressure by therapists to return home with a standing hoist. I DID regain some ability to stand, but only with hoist. Even then my progress was so sporadic, that I just did not feel it was a safe option. So, I have a sitting hoist. The first one they gave us was crap and painful, so after only one night at home, I went into a care home while they fitted a hoist to my ceiling.
I can tell you my friends, I have NEVER cried so much in my life! That day so so confusing and I was scared about what would happen to me. I was also angry, I had cried very little in therapy, instead just turning my anger and fear into energy. It seems that it eventually became too much and I just cried for England. Everyone in the home was kind and took me to their hearts as if I had always lived there. I also stayed in touch with friends I had made in hospital
Viv is a lady with MS who became my best friend while in hospital. I can't make an entry without mentioning her. She's a lovely women who supported me and listened to my moans and gripes. Thanks for your support sweetheart.
Now, we are finally turning a corner, we have a routine and we know what we are doing. We survived! YES!!!
A few things to note: I have no more thrush! It turns out that I did have warts down below, they are now gone, Thanks to a freezing treatment and some creme (applied by bitchy district nurses, no less)
