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Day 4 | 27th April
Moving in to the granny flat
I was so pleased to be home. We are very lucky and have a nice big house and garden, the benefit of living in Wakefield! My wife and inlaws had prepared the granny flat for me which is an annex at the back of the house with its own lounge, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen.
The granny flat was upstairs so was a struggle for me but I slowly bum shuffled my way up and zimmered down the winding corridor. The granny lounge was the biggest and lightest room in the house so I was chuffed that a bed had been built up in there in front of the big TV. This was going to be so much better than hospital.
Getting set up for the night ahead seemed to take forever – food, drink, gadgets & chargers, books, newspaper, 4 TV remotes, wee bottles, foot rest cushions and finally medicine. I knew this was going to be a long night and I didn’t want to be calling on Becky all night.
Back with my Boys
I only saw my boys very briefly the first night I was home as they were already up past the bedtime but it was so nice to kiss and cuddle them even if they did look at me like I was some sort of stranger.
The morning after Becky brought them through to the granny flat to see me. I had already managed to transfer myself from bed to the sofa for a change of scenery. My big man, who is almost three and a half, was so excited to see me but immediately clocked the big leg brace contraption and bandages beneath.
He looked at it and almost cried, he suddenly looked very nervous and not sure what to do. Becky had told him that daddy had a poorly leg and he needed to be careful but I don’t think he was expecting to see some sort of contraption elevated in the air and his daddy looking as worse for wear as he did. He eventually came in for a lovely cuddle and we put some Paw Patrol on the TV.
The little man couldn’t care less about the leg, he was just happy to see me and his normal crazy bubbly self. After coming for a quick cuddle he spotted the zimmerframe and crutches and being very curious headed straight for them. He spent the next hour or so swinging around on the zimmerframe like a climbing frame.
It was so nice to be back with them again, it made all the pain worth it. Seeing their smiley happy faces was enough for me to stay really positive about the whole situation.
I was lucky enough to have two amazing nurses when I got home – my wonderful wife and my super mother in law.
My wife was amazing, she waited on me hand and foot whilst looking after two lively boys and trying to maintain the house and rest of our busy lives. She couldn’t do enough for me, including the joyous job of attending to my wee bottles, more on this in a later blog.
My mother in law, Liz, was incredible, she is a retired blood nurse, so knew what she was doing and didn’t put up with my occasional southern pathetic-ness. She jabbed me in the stomach every night and changed plasters and bandages frequently. She was a great support to Becky and the boys and I’m not sure we would have got through those first couple of weeks without her and Brian.
I need more painkillers!
Within an hour of being home and settled the pain was getting quite bad, the drive home and trek upstairs and through the house hadn’t helped. I took everything I had which was codeine, paracetamol and ibuprofen but it didn’t really touch the pain.
Within half an hour the familiar nauseous feeling came over me, codeine just didn’t agree with me. I had to send the inlaws out to find some anti sickness. I couldn’t take codeine again…
That meant I was on basic over the counter painkillers when I was only 4 days on from the traumatic accident and surgery. I struggled through the night which was long and painful but was straight on to my GP in the morning begging desperately for something else.
Without a thought he prescribed me tramadol and Becky went down to collect it…
Over the next few days and nights managing my own medication became strangely challenging. I class myself as an intelligent guy but my head was such a mess from the drugs and sleep deprivation that I could barely see straight. This made administering my own medication virtually impossible at times, particularly at night.
Becky and Liz helped me and I was trying to write down everything I was taking and when but my head was playing tricks on me. I would often have 10-30 minutes of sleep and then wake up in a daze, desperate for painkillers, look at my sheet and have no idea what was going on.
After the second night, where I definitely took one batch more than I should have Becky had to get strict with me. I think she thought I might stupidly overdose if I wasn’t careful. So she bought me a pill box and would put in what I was allowed.
This should have made things easy but it was still really confusing, I would wake up and argue with myself because I hadn’t written down what I had taken properly.
One night my leg fell off my footrest cushion whilst asleep and I woke up in agony… I was desperate and took two of everything without even looking at my sheet!