10 The Bumpy Road, Franglasia
They disconnected me from my machines in readiness for the main ward, but I still had a drip connected to my left hand
On Day 7 of my stay on the Intensive Care Ward, I had so little recollection of the last 6 days. Since leaving I have remembered many things, but the level of care had been just profound, yet I am not embarrassed about what I did as they prepared me for my transition to the main ward.
They told me I was going to be sedated and moved to another room, but thirty minutes later, the mind tripping I did was nothing in comparison to cold turkey or lying down after a stint of drinking
I felt I was in a room full of nurses in purple clothes preparing for a wedding. They were toasting champagne, talking incessantly about the day ahead and occasionally my nurse came and cleansed me when she could fit me in. I still think that!
I got out of bed in my thin white tunic, grabbed my drip, and announced I was leaving. I thought I knew more or less where I was and was sure a bus driver would allow me to go home to my bed
My first angel, the one who didn’t tolerate drinkers, was called for, but could not placate me, nor could my girlfriend.
I tried to leave the ward, but they didn’t actually stop me. They wouldn’t touch me, yet just stood in my way
Two security guards arrived, in their fluorescent jackets and they got the abusive treatment. I might even have shouted about false imprisonment and that it wasn’t far to my home (I remembered later it was four miles) but I was ready to walk.
Eventually, they persuaded me to have some more sedative, after convincing me that staying was in my best interests
Now, I don’t know what that sedative was, but it didn’t work. Thirty minutes later I was on my feet again and they were standing in my way again. This time they called my big sister and I got really told off, but it didn’t work, yet eventually she was able to convince me the buses had stopped now and it was best if I slept for a bit (she is about half the size of me and really needed a chair)
I woke the next day and remembered it all, yet I still do not know why I was like that, but I do remember I was determined to walk home in my skimpy tunic and drip
You have a lot to answer for
from his blog of letters at http://www.dearliver.com