Part 13 – Not all angels have wings, some have stethoscopes.

The surgeons

It’s strange to think that I’ll never know the people who did my surgery and saved my life. Whoever you are, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart! I’ll never be able to find enough words to express my gratitude.

My parents told me that one of the surgeons would walk past my room each day while I was still sedated and would pop his head in to see how I was doing when he could see improvements in my recovery he would stop and smile. It’s more than a job, its saving lives and not just the patient’s life but also the lives of the family members too. This must be such a rewarding feeling!

Amazing NHS staff

I was taken care of by many healthcare professionals while I was in critical care; consultants, neurosurgeons, doctors, nurses, physiotherapists, occupational therapists and the lady who would bring me and the other patients our meals each day. She was a lovely smiley lady, I remembered thinking she was perfect for her job, you need someone positive and smiley to greet you in the morning when in critical care.

For some reason, I was missing fruit so much and I remember she would go on a hunt each day and bring me some fresh fruit that she would slice and prep for me each morning. This may sound like the simplest of things but it made the biggest difference to my day! It lifted my spirit and made me so happy.

The forgotten ones

There were staff that cared for me which I have no memory of due to both sedation and the short-term memory loss I was suffering from at the time. I remember seeing different members of staff walking by and smiling at me like they knew me, I felt so confused and remember thinking why are they looking at me like that?

It was me!

One day a nurse came over to me and said she was on her shift the night I was admitted to the hospital, she said that I had recovered amazingly well. She then went onto say…

“It was me, I’m so sorry! When you were admitted you looked so glamorous and I thought look at her amazing hair…it was me who shaved your hair and who removed your beautiful nails. I’m sorry.”

I proceeded to say well you saved my life so I’ll let you off and laughed! She made my day, I just couldn’t stop laughing as she looked so sad when she said.. it was me!

Over time more staff members introduced themselves to me who were involved in my care at some stage. At first, it felt strange but then it was both an emotional and amazing feeling to know that so many people played such a vital role in saving my life. I am forever grateful to them all!!

The morning rounds

I was desperate to know which neurosurgeon had done my surgery, I just felt compelled to know but at the same time, I didn’t want to ask. Over the time that I was in critical care, there were daily rounds made by both the doctors and surgeons. I think I figured out which one it was as I could see a particular sense of joy in this doctor when they would read through my records and discuss my progress.

After being in critical care for around 4 weeks, the doctors did their usual rounds at 8 am. They asked me how I was feeling with big smiles and then proceeded to tell me how happy they were with my recovery…they then went onto say;

“We are happy to move you onto your next stage of recovery and move you out of critical care to the neurology ward.”

I couldn’t believe it, I was so happy with the news!! Progress was being made and now I was heading onto the next stage of my recovery. Things were now starting to look up for me!

April 11, 2018 7:30 pm

Part 12 – The challenges I faced in critical care

April 4, 2018

Part 14 – Farewell critical care…hello neurology ward.

April 18, 2018

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