Part 6 - Me n my bonce

Physio's kept working on helping me sit up and seeing that chair with my name on it (not a figure of speech it really did have my name on it!) made me more determined plus it looked a whole lot more comfortable than my bed! Headrest, soft cushioned arms - luxury I thought! Then the day had arrived the physio's bought a hoist round, they thought I was ready to actually sit in my chair! Whoop whoop! But what an earth I felt like a beached whale being moved, this thing made of sacking material placed under me to lift me (please don't let it break or drop me!) then wow I was in the chair pleased as punch with myself not realising I was too short for it at first I needed pillows under my feet and behind my head to make it feel comfortable! The nurses had sent my mum and dad outside as they came in when my curtain was drawn as they wanted to surprise them, although I think this worried them - why was they being sent away visiting time was only 10 minutes away they wasn't that early?! Then they walked in, surprise!!!! Still unable to talk, we all just cried, another milestone, I could sit! About 10 minutes in and wow sitting was uncomfortable, my bum hurt, my ankles were swelling to kankles, I want my bed back! But I had to wait at least an hour in the chair they said! Was like a child asking mum and dad (well mouthing) "is it an hour yet?" I kept sliding to one side and had to be pulled back over! I had no core strength at all! Nada! I made it an hour woo hoo bed, comfortable again, apart from getting back in the hoist to get back to bed, being pulled about like a sack of potatoes to get the hoist sling thing out of being between me and the bed! That would then be my physio an hour of sitting everyday to help clear my chest! And bloody hell did it knacker me! The next day came mum and dad arrived excited expecting to see me in the chair but I was having a bad day, really tired, high temperature, could only mean one thing - another infection! More antibiotics on IV drip, I was beginning to resemble a pin cushion! Again I don't remember much apart from hot and cold flushes and sleeping lots! One of the nurses made me a fan out of an obs chart and a mouth breathing piece thing taped to it. I could now just about manage to fan myself as a little movement was coming back, the drain was working at least. My mum and dad spent the whole of visiting time fanning me, I was one big sweat pile, sexy as ever! Oh and my hair still hadn't been washed at this point since operation day! About 3 weeks, how very slick! I remember the old boy opposite me, and being so very jealous he could pull himself up in bed, talk, eat and drink! People were coming and going but I was still there, stabbings, car accidents, motorbikes accidents (one motorbike accident beside me, never did see him as I was now mec-a-neck with my trackie, apparently he was quite a looker too!) when was it going to be my turn to leave this ward?