I went to my Cardio Rehab Physio session last Tuesday morning (Irinocally it was surposed to be my last physio session after having my heart patched up last November) and within a couple of minutes of starting the Physiotherapist stopped me. She said that she thought there was something not quite right and wanted me to see the doctor straight away. The outcome was that the doctor refered me straight to hospital. I was stuck in the Medical Assessment unit for a couple of days while waiting for a bed to be freed up for me in the Cardio Care Unit. (I would not wish anyone to be stuck in the MAU for any length of time, it can be bedlam with very little chance of any sleep, peace or quiet) While in the MAU the consultant examined me and told me that I had to have another Angiogram and could possibly be facing having yet another stent put in or maybe even have to have a By-Pass operation, which was a possibility last November.
Eventually I was transfered to the cardiac care unti and had to wait to find out if doctor who performed the last treatment on my heart was going to be available over the Easter Week-End. If he was not on duty over the Easter Week-End then I should expect to be in hospital till at least the middle of next week. As luck would have it Dr Sing was doing angiograms and treatments on Good Friday and I was booked in with him.
The angiogram didnt worry me in the slightest but what did really play on my mind was the possibility of being told that I might have to have a by-pass operation, it just doesn't seem right to be split open from stem to stern and have someone putting their hands into your chest and handling your heart, so they had to sedate me!
The angiogram showed that one of the arteries round my heart which was just borderline on the last treatment had deteriorated and needed stenting. What a relief that was rather than having to face a by-pass. The stent was done with no problems and I was eventually allowed to be discharged on Friday evening.
OK, as you can imagine I was delighted to get home and didn't feel too bad, and even on Saturday morning I was able to go for a walk around the coridors of the flats where I live just to stretch my legs. The complication started to set in on Saturday afternoon/early evening! I started coughing, sweating and running a hell of a temperature and was feeling decidedly unstable on my feet. I spent most of Sunday drifting in and out of sleep and since Saturday the wife has had to change all of the bed clothes 3 times as they looked like someone had thrown a bucket of water over them.
I'm still feeling "quite rough" but I believe that I am over the worst of it. It amazes me how you can go into hospital for one thing and come out feeling even worse than when you went in. Having said that though I can not fault the hospital or the staff in any way at all. The hospital (Royal Blackburn Hospital) was extremely clean and the staff (The nurses in particular) could not do enough for you to make sure that you were comfortable and well cared for.
Anyway, I think I am over the worst of this wretched vurus and am now on the mend, but heaven knows how long it will be before I am able to get out in the fields with a rifle.
The most important thing is thatI have always said that no matter how rough life seems to have treated you all you have to do is to look around you and you will see people who are much worse off than you (Especially children with incurable illnesses) and they are still smiling and laughing and joking so what the hell right have I got to complain. Let's all try to remember that!