Six and a bit days…and out of hospital

Bank Holiday Monday – it is traditional for it to piss down, though it is dry right now.

Where where we. Ah yes, MRI Friday, the consultant eventually came around and let me go home, woohoo! A rupture to my neck was the prognosis, take it easy for a few weeks, take aspirin indefinitely and ring the doctor on the ward if I experience any further symptoms. There is a possibility of something dislodging and moving up to my brain which would clearly be a bad thing.

Saturday was fairly uneventful, still not smoking, I walked into town three times even though I hate shopping with a passion – just to be doing something rather than hankering after a cigarette. I also watched on of the motorbike TT videos, which to be honest, just made me feel a little down. Given the prognosis, its unlikely I should ever be subjecting my body to those kinds of stresses.

Sunday morning I did some work on the bike, changed petrol pipes as the old ones were corroded and split and balanced the carbs. I had intended changing the plugs but my plug socket doesnt reach – water cooled bike engines tend to have the plugs buried pretty deep. I think I will get it round to the bike shop later this week and get him to do a plug and oil change. I took it out for a brief spin, I know I’m supposed to be taking it easy, but I just needed a little something, an adrenaline rush if you like. Later we went out for some lunch, Mum is back from my sisters, though I’m not sure for how long. She looks tired, very tired.

Today (Monday) my alarm was set for 6am. My daughter is off to her boyfriend’s and was booked on the 635am train. She is such a grumpy bugger first thing in the morning too, I wonder where she gets that from?

As far as smoking is concerned, its been six days and almost 8 hours. Sometimes it is a breeze, other times, I could kill for one. So I work hard at distracting myself. I do feel like I am breathing easier and can smell better. And the surplus cash is going towards an upgraded bike. I am torn between something sporty like the Yamaha R1, but I know, deep down, that I dont need something that can wheelie in almost any gear and do 100mph in first and something like a Honda DL650, with its combination of dirt bike/tourer style. Not that I need to worry about which to choose just yet.

MRI Friday

Its now Friday afternoon. Since my last post I’ve spent most of the time in hospital, waiting for various results. Last night I was moved from the transit ward 1 to the neurology ward. The staff were awesome, despite some difficult patients. One poor old chap had lost his memory and had no idea of his name or where he lived. Poor bugger.

Anyway, the neurologist came to see me before the move with the results of the catscan. A lovely lady doctor, great manner, and after an examination, she told me I’d be moved wards and sent for an MRI scan tomorrow. I pressed on the whole going home issue and she reluctantly agreed. So I spent the night in my own bed. I got home around 8pm, went for a lie down at 830 and was there for the night.

I was up early though and got some films onto my playbook and ordered some bike bits from in the hope that I will be home for the weekend.

My wife dropped me at the hospital on her way to work, she is saving her holidays for the transplant like I am.

I wandered to the shop for a magazine before going up to the ward. It was 730am and it didn’t open until 8. Seems a bit silly in a hospital.

The MRI was strange and uncomfortable. The machine is noisy (they give you earplugs) and claustrophobic. I didn’t really know what to expect. My daughter has an MRI today as well for vertigo problems so I pinged her to see if she was okay. It took about 40 minutes and then back to the ward, just in time for the doctors rounds.

The main doctor suggested I might be going home in a few hours but its now almost 4 hours later. The nurse popped by and said it didn’t look like I’m going home. I saw her a few minutes later and she said the registrar contradicted the doctor and said I might be. Who knows. Feeling a little uncomfortable waiting for the results now though.

On the up side, its been 75 hours (15 minutes and 10 seconds :)) since my last cigarrette. Apart from a few strong urges for one, I haven’t overly missed them and my breathing feels better.