Once Stephen went to sleep I went back to my husband who was waiting for me on the ward. Because Stephen couldn’t have any food or drink, neither did I, and I was feeling very hungry. We went to the canteen had something to eat and more important, cups of tea. After about one hour I was phoned and told that he was out of the theatre, and I could go down and wait for him to come round. Back to the ward went my husband and off to the theatre went I.
I had to wait a while, the doc. came and said it would be better if I didn’t go in yet, as he still had all the tubes still in and it might upset me. AS IF! I asked the doctor if he knew sign language? No. Well may be I should come in after all. He took along time coming around. But then we were able to go back up stairs. This had started at 1.15pm and finished at 5.15pm. After a few hours my husband went home. The nurses came in and out checking on Stephen, they got me a mattress for the night and thing started to get settled. First he found that he had a needle in his hand, and he tried to take it out. I called the nurse; she said it was far to soon for it to come out. That was fine by me, but not for Stephen. I explained to her that if she didn’t take it out HE would. And out she took it. Next he found the dressing; yes you’ve guessed it, that had to come off!!! And it did! I don’t know how he does it, but he does. He was sick a few times and even that doesn’t come with out problems. I’m sorry to have to say, but he swallows it straight down. It makes me feel ill just thinking about it. At lest by about 11pm he was going back to sleep again, so I made up my mattress and I went to sleep too.
Come the morning he was ready to be up and about, well go to the loo. He didn’t want any food or drink. His nice named nurse kept on trying, then he started being sick again and straight back down also. His nurse told him if he wanted to go home he had better start drinking, which he did. He was still being sick, but they gave him some medicine to help stop it. By 2pm his was ready to go home. I had told him when he first came in he could have a burger if he was good, it’s always a good carrot for him. So off we went, home via MacDonald’s and a burger “take out” He eat it when we got home and a few chips. Settled down to sleep.
