Day 14

I'll start by making a huge apology to everyone who has sent me a message in any form. I'm terrible at replying at the moment - I've been on a fairly hefty combination of anti-seizure drugs, opiates and sedatives so differentiating between what I read when I was high vs what I dreamt I read is a bit tricky, plus my 'awake hours' are a fairly scarce commodity which I'm using to write blog posts, keep up with Uni work, and eat. A fairly frequent comment which I've been getting from visitors is they didn't realise how ill, weak, and - frankly - feeble I am... photo below for proof! I'm trying not to let that come across too much in this blog, but please know my lack of replies are nothing personal.

This morning I felt particularly sick and dizzy and then I noticed a fair bit of blood on my bedsheet, but I was too high to twig that it wasn't a postpartum bleed and therefore wasn't a good amount. A nurse came in for something entirely unrelated, got a bit twitchy, and realised a bung on my central line had come loose. It's been secured a bit better and the bleeding has settled now, but I spent most of the rest of the day sleeping that little incident off. The plan is to try to get me back to theatre tomorrow to have a Hickman line fitted.

I have also purchased a whistle because minimal attention seems to be paid to the call buzzer - it might also annoy the staff here enough to get this Addenbrookes transfer happening :)

Love Emily x