B spent a second day in the Friends Stroke Unit, fortunately 24 hours had passed so he was at least able to sit up – hurrah!
The day was spent waiting for his echocardiagram. Time in hospital moves at a glacial pace. When you’re told that something will happen ‘soon’ that could mean anytime in the next 48 hours. You never know when – someone just appears out of the blue with a wheelchair.
Therefore I had adequate time to observe B’s roommates in his 4 bed ward.
Polish man – An elderly Polish man who, whilst not fluent, could converse in English prior to his stroke. The stroke left him with only his first language, which made communication with the nurses extremely difficult. He was lucky enough to have his son at his side a lot of the time to translate.
Elderly lady – A lady who suffered the double misfortune of demetria and a recent stroke. She was terribly bruised from top to toe so must have suffered a fall as well. She spent a lot of time calling for her (absent, possibly dead) husband to make her a cup of tea.
Wilson – Elderly man who was living in a bedsit at the time of his stroke. Constantly agitated, refused to keep his oxygen tube in place. Spent a lot of his time shouting at the nurses, yelling that he needed a poo, mumbling that life is no longer worth living and spitting mucous into a cup.
Whenever B is feeling down I plan to remind him about Wilson, that should help.
B finally had his ‘echo’ mid-afternoon and his heart was fine, so we could go. Yay! We went home with a load of syringes so he can self-inject an anticoagulant each day (Clexane).
He’ll have a blood test within a week and his medication will be monitored until the artery is healed. He will have a CT scan in 3 months to check progress. Hopefully it’s the last we’ll see of A&E for a (long) while.