Memories of 2016

 I'd been feeling really unwell with cold-like symptoms and overwhelming fatigue since the summer of 2015. Then in early march 2016, I collapsed at home and Billy called an ambulance.

I was left in a corridor in the hospital for well over 12 hours, then finally got a place in their assessment room. While the medical staff were waiting for test results I went into cardiac arrest and had 3 lots of CPR carried out by a dishy medical registrar (he met me later on).

I then spent several days in an induced coma in ICU and spent 3 weeks in hospital altogether.

Nobody explained why I was so ill, but when I got bored one night on the ward, I read my hospital notes which said I had arrived at the hospital with multiple organ failure.

After I came home from the hospital I had to build a new lot of memories as I didn't know what kind of person I was, nor what kind of relationships I had with family members.

I recognised my husband and stepdaughter when they visited me in the hospital but didn't know how well I knew them. I had to get to know them as new people in my life.

My adult son came to stay with us for a few days after I came home and when I opened the door to him, I didn't know who he was. It's been 6 years since my cardiac arrest and we still have times in conversations where he needs to remind me of some things we used to share memories of.

Carers' Assessment blues

 I had a social worker visit for my carers' assessment recently but it really didn't go well.

The assessment got hijacked by my other half so the only support offered was for someone to come in and help with the housework, which wouldn't help me at all.

Basically, my other half doesn't like me doing a lot of housework as I am also disabled, only, my view is that achieving the housework, helps me with my physical and mental fitness.

My home is the place where we have a private space where we can be ourselves and just be daft if we want to, chat and joke, sing along to the TV and swear at it if we feel like it.

I don't want strangers invading my personal space and neither my other half nor the social worker got this.

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

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Wow!! That wasn't the ending I was expecting! I loved this story. While reading this book I discovered there is such a thing as 'purple prose and this is what I loved best about this book. 

So if anyone is reading these thoughts, if you love lots of lengthy and detailed descriptions of unfamiliar times and places, chances are you will love this book.