When it was time to leave ICU, they made me get up and walk for a bit, to make sure I didn't spring a leak, and to get everything working. This was surprisingly non-traumatic, partly because of morphine tablets, and because it was a snail's-pace walk. I now had a couple of largeish clear plastic tapes on my chest covering the wounds, which allowed me to be showered by the lovely Kai Ming so I didn't reek quite so much of chemicals. My single room had an ensuite, TV on an arm, couple of chairs and ...
Apart from the nausea induced by mainlining morphine (I had a "central line" in my jugular, which also I think also carried wires to my heart to kickstart it if my battery went flat), the morphine, sedatives, and myriad of other chemical cocktails I was on had other tricks up their non-existent sleeves. Hallucinations. Farkingwithmysenses. These will be with me for up to three months. It started with seeing writing on the (not very interesting) hospital ...
After the slicing'n'dicing, I spent some hours in ICU in a drug-induced coma, with a machine doing the breathing for me. I don't remember this bit at all, but my wife and #2MutantSpawn came to visit me, and viewed the antics that ensued when I was fighting for domination over the respirator to see who would do the breathing bit. Once the tubes were out, I was apparently talking (probably complete and utter shite and interacting with the nurses. I do remember the period after this, when I was doped ...
So here's the video from my last post... Sorry about the shaky camera work - first time out with a helmet cam! Feedback is welcomed! Cheers, Buggs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNgip5JXKpA
So anyway, after the "lawnmow the vifferman's bits derby", I was evidently wheeled into theatre,and the anaesthetist and perfusionist conspired between themselves to try and balance me just neatly on the very thin edge between being dead and alive, using temperature, weird chemicals, machines that go "Beep!" and more'n likely a few arcane and black arts.This achieved, they stopped my heart going "pah-Dump!...swish...pah-Dump!" Then the eminiently skilled and highly paid (when I send him his cheque) ...
Well. What a saga that turned out to be. Was admitted to Mercy hospitule in Remuera on Thursday 17th. Had the weirdest experience of my life when two of the lovely nurses tag-teamed shaved me like a weasel. I almost laughed it was so weird, especially with two batter-powered lawnmowers vrooming up and down. Then nurse #3 decided the other two were on crack or summat, tut-tutted, and had another go. So I ended up with a bald head (genes), a brazillion, bald arms ...
Well, it sure is good to be back. I got a final bit of work out of the way on the bike (with the help of my two boys who were just as keen to start it up as I was... Bit of an anti climax though as the battery was pretty tuckered before I parked it up for two months, so was totally tuckered when I went to start it...boys thought it was pretty to jump start off the Surf though. So here's a couple of pics from my ride up Altimarlock (Awatere Valley, Marlborough) two hour ...
Purchased my Boots & trousers on Saturday from Cycletreads ($340 boots $210 trousers) along with my VIP discount - always handy. Great tip When getting on your bike turn the wheel away from you - tis easier to get on (I must've looked like a right novice) Ok my first go on the motorway (Got on at Highbrook & off at Ellerslie) this weekend and with thanks to Paul on his 1200 Bandit for helping boost my confidence. It was a simple task ...
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