B’s hospital has two neurological High Dependency Units (HDU). The one he’s in now is a bit lighter and brighter than the Ward of Death he was in after A&E, but it’s still full of post-operative, very ill and severely injured people.
I called the hospital last night and B had been to have a CT scan. He’s been disoriented and is having trouble speaking. This is a common effect of the brain swelling after surgery, and will improve over time. The surgeon was happy that the scan looks normal, the tumour was right up against the area of the brain responsible for speech so the swelling is affecting that area.
I can’t imagine what it must be like, to want to speak but not be able to access the words. A bit like being Peter Andre?
Here is some information on the first few days and weeks after brain surgery, if anyone’s interested.
B’s going back to the private ward this afternoon so I will see him then. It’s strange being home reading the Sunday paper without him, I miss him terribly.
I’m not sorry that I don’t have to return to HDU. I think the mood of the place could be addressed. Each patient should have a little poster at the foot of their bed, with a short history and summary of their condition. Then at 5pm they could host a ‘happy hour’ with canapes, to encourage intermingling of guests and medical staff amongst the beds, for exchange of stories, recovery tips, treatment ideas etc. If I were in charge I’d really turn that place around.