How simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea…..All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.
…….and the story continues.
I’m still alive and enjoying the simple things in life at home.
My open-heart surgery on 3rd August, was more than eventful. I went into cardiogenic shock and with my kidneys and liver failing, there was many a prayer said – even the lady who collected my meal order in the hospital told me she’d been praying.
As I deteriorated, with a liver count of 8200+, all of a sudden, the most extraordinary thing happened. My organs stopped failing in an instant and I turned around and came out the other side.
8 days in ICU (instead of the anticipated 1-2 days), 4 days in a private room and I was well enough to enter Cardiac Rehab. (which I’d actually booked ahead of time since I live on my own).
I was so fed up with the constant interruptions, uncomfortable bed (for me) and low unsupportive pillows, I asked my cardio/thoracic surgeon if I could go straight home. After all, my neighbour had my spare key and we’d arranged that she would keep an eye on me and do whatever I needed. I have multiple chronic health problems and need my beauty sleep at my age too.
People don’t realize the power of sufficient deep, restorative, restful sleep until it’s absent. Us ICIs (Invisible Chronic Illness) sufferers find poor sleep and constant waking a ‘slap in the face’ (over and over again).
After an examination by the cardiac surgeon, my brother picked me and my luggage up and brought me home. My car space is in the lower basement and after getting my luggage (and me) out of the car, my brother, Badger the wonder dog and I found the lift not working. %&$@!
Ever resourceful, my brother repacked me (and the luggage) and went up and out the garage door to the front entrance of my building (which is 2 flights of stairs higher). I went in and checked my mail, then sat in the foyer to wait.
S and I walked up the flight of fire stairs easily and while slow, I wasn’t even puffing when we reached my 1st floor (2nd floor in the U.S. I believe).
I wondered if I was supposed to be walking UP stairs after open-heart surgery? 😀
We ate our sumptuous Thai Takeaway and then when my brother checked much later the lift had been fixed so he brought up my luggage.
So late last Sunday night while I was watching TV with my feet up, it all felt surreal.
Was I really on the way out 13 days previously?
More than one doctor in the ICU and later the second week in my private room said the whole incident and turn-around was absolutely extraordinary. (His words, not mine).
Experience a miracle (tick) ……this is the 3rd miracle I’ve experienced as an adult.
recover from open-heart surgery (tick)
Hear the Spotted-Turtle Doves coo at dawn (again) – tick.
…….and so on
We’re back under lockdown and curfew here in Melbourne, Australia, so staying home and doing my breathing exercises is a no-brainer.
Now, can I really restrain myself from household chores until my sternum heals? I should allow 12 weeks the Cardiac Nurse Educator said.
You betcha 😀
Anyway, I’m having a holiday from WordPress – blogging & following.
Talk to you in Spring.