Sunday, 25 May
I used the bathroom today!
I got upgraded on food today!
I would have been moved to ward A today...
I couldn't walk yet, so I was pushed in a wheelchair to the bathroom where I finally got something out of my system. Although it was because they gave me a suppository, it was still a good sign.
I was still weak and tired, but very hungry! The doctor did not want to move too fast, but I got a better soup and also custard with my jelly. What an improvement! I could drink apple juice as well.
Mom and dad visited again. They had trouble getting into ICU though. Now remember, we stay in Pretoria and my parents both work. They can't take off the whole time and traffic is a big issue. So if they adhere strictly to the ICU visiting hours, I would hardly see them. But because of them staying in Pretoria my doctor, in the past, ordered the ward where I usually stay when I get the 2 weeks drip treatment, to not refuse any visitors. They were happy to work like that. Of course I understand that ICU is different, but it was not like we were having a tea party. Plus, I was in my own room. We didn't bother anyone.
The security guard refused to let my parents in, although there was not issue before. In the end they were allowed in, but my mom firmly gave a piece of her mind to the head sister, who was being difficult.
Health wise everything was still well. The surgeon was happy and my doctor too. The physio was very tough still. Every time I had to cough, the physio had to hold my front and back firmly. It was a painful process, but my lungs needed physio.
By now I had some small things to eat, and I chewed it very carefully, making sure that I don't swallow any big pieces (or small pieces, only pulp). I just can't handle a diet where someone refuses me food.I also had a TPN infusion to keep me from losing too much weight.
Although the eating did go better, I was quite nauseas. I also felt a bit bloated, but I figured that nothing can come out if nothing goes in. Therefore I still ate, and the surgeon was fine with that.
Then something new happened to me: Every time I ate, I got cramps. But luckily this was normal because it was only wind and food shifting.
Because of the fact that I was so nauseas and almost threw up, my doctor decided to keep me in ICU for the rest of the day. For the second time my moving to ward A was postponed.
I used the bathroom today!
I got upgraded on food today!
I would have been moved to ward A today...
I couldn't walk yet, so I was pushed in a wheelchair to the bathroom where I finally got something out of my system. Although it was because they gave me a suppository, it was still a good sign.
I was still weak and tired, but very hungry! The doctor did not want to move too fast, but I got a better soup and also custard with my jelly. What an improvement! I could drink apple juice as well.
Mom and dad visited again. They had trouble getting into ICU though. Now remember, we stay in Pretoria and my parents both work. They can't take off the whole time and traffic is a big issue. So if they adhere strictly to the ICU visiting hours, I would hardly see them. But because of them staying in Pretoria my doctor, in the past, ordered the ward where I usually stay when I get the 2 weeks drip treatment, to not refuse any visitors. They were happy to work like that. Of course I understand that ICU is different, but it was not like we were having a tea party. Plus, I was in my own room. We didn't bother anyone.
The security guard refused to let my parents in, although there was not issue before. In the end they were allowed in, but my mom firmly gave a piece of her mind to the head sister, who was being difficult.
Health wise everything was still well. The surgeon was happy and my doctor too. The physio was very tough still. Every time I had to cough, the physio had to hold my front and back firmly. It was a painful process, but my lungs needed physio.
By now I had some small things to eat, and I chewed it very carefully, making sure that I don't swallow any big pieces (or small pieces, only pulp). I just can't handle a diet where someone refuses me food.I also had a TPN infusion to keep me from losing too much weight.
Although the eating did go better, I was quite nauseas. I also felt a bit bloated, but I figured that nothing can come out if nothing goes in. Therefore I still ate, and the surgeon was fine with that.
Then something new happened to me: Every time I ate, I got cramps. But luckily this was normal because it was only wind and food shifting.
Because of the fact that I was so nauseas and almost threw up, my doctor decided to keep me in ICU for the rest of the day. For the second time my moving to ward A was postponed.
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