7th May 2014 – Day 7 …..
All ready to go home, I’m going home on Gabapentin, Tramadol and Paracetamol. I have all three already at home.
I shall visit the physiotherapy gym before I leave so they can provide some resistance bands and some exercises to strengthen my core and upper body.
The physiotherapist gave me some exercises to do to strengthen my core muscles, basically it involves tightening my inner abdominal muscles and performing leg raises.
Home at last, been discharged from hospital, it was very emotional leaving hospital and I shed a few tears, over the last couple of years I have been in and out of hospital so many times, I am now part of the hospital family. I’m sure I will go back now and again to say hello.
A friend of mine jokingly said, do you call the hospital home? This made me realise that there is a fine line between how much time I have spent in hospital recently compared to home. Now it is time to redress the balance.
I got home, decided to pick my son up from school, and as I went around the corner of the school building on my mobility scooter a young boy who shouldn’t have been riding his bike on school ground collided with me on my mobility scooter. Typically this has hurt my now only ankle. Just my luck! Fingers crossed nothing bad comes of it.
I have asked my consultant if he would contact the NHS wheelchair service, as although I have an off the shelf wheelchair it is now not suitable. He said he will write to my GP and ask them to contact the wheelchair service.
I have also spoken to Access to Work, as they can help with the cost of items that are required to get people back to work. I’ve had a discussion with them, and they have asked me to contact the wheelchair service first. If there is any cost shortfall or the wheelchair cannot be supplied by them, then Access to Work may be able to assist.
Now I have come to the end of my stay in hospital, I won’t be updating this blog daily. However as time progresses and key things happen, more updates will come.
I’m still feeling strange things like my foot or toes touching something, but of course this is just phantom feelings.
I’m glad to be home. :-
Now I’m home, I’m really happy to be with my wife and son, but I feel really emotional again, right to the point of wanting to cry again, but it don’t know why.
My wife asked if I was ok, and I started crying. Neither my wife or I could explain why.
Start of a new chapter in my life…..