|POTS man courtesy of stickmancommunications.co.uk|
The only other thing of note that happened was that, as I leant forwards for some reason, I started choking. It felt as if there was a big lump of phlegm caught at the back of my mouth (I know, lovely!) but I couldn't cough it up. I mentioned this to one of the nurses but given that throat problems are very common after being intubated for surgery it wasn't a major concern for her or me. I mostly felt bad for having made such a revolting noise on the ward!
Anyway, finally I was allowed to go home and I was soooo happy! Back home my lovely mummy helped me with my tea, tied my hair up so I could wash my face, manhandled me into my pyjamas, squeezed the toothpaste onto my toothbrush, sorted my medication out, and helped me with all the other many little tiny things that are seriously tricky with one paralysed arm and a drugged up brain, like tearing off loo paper from the roll!
Since then, my shoulder has got a bit more sore (the nerve block wearing off) but I've been really pleased with how much movement I'm getting. I've only had a few moments where I forgot and tried to put weight through it and then it felt like being stabbed. Mostly, I can't wait to get the dressing off because right now I have one full-on power shoulder, I look ridiculous, and the puffiness and stickiness of the dressings are driving me mad!
|It's a bit like having a giant nappy on my arm...|
|I'm not going to inflict upon you a picture of my own uvula. It is unattractive right now! For a more fun representation of the uvula, please click here (I promise it isn't gross)|
|With the lovely Puro, putting his reins back on his bridle after he'd finished vaulting.|