I was in the ICU for five days and in the ward for another five days. My family could not make it to South Africa during this time because of school So only my mother was there with me. She was keeping in contact with every person we knew, updating them on my condition.
She was also loving her mini holiday she was getting away from work and housework.
The ICU was a nightmare as I got little to no rest.
I kept hearing all screams and cries of the other patients through out the night. It was heart breaking hearing them in pain and no one can do anything about it.
You’d think the morphine would help me sleep, but I still got woken up.
My mother was only allowed in once a day (I think) for about an hour. Seeing her smiley face and complaining to her quickly about my sleepless nights and the ugly food, was all I needed to keep me going.
I struggled a lot when it came to doing the simplest things.Getting up from lying down, walking and staying in a sitting position. Even lifting my head at the time was impossible.
They did get me walking the day after my operation. The joy that leaped in my soul when that happened gave me hope for the future. Though I could only take a few steps before losing my breath and having to lie down again, I still had hope.
Sadly I could not do anything without assistance, I always needed someone to hold me.