From Coma To Bedbath

A few years ago I had an infection in my VP and had to have it removed, unfortunately afterwards I quickly went into a coma, and was found to have Ventriculitis and MRSA. I was sent to Intensive Care and put on a ventilator. The last thing I had remembered was coming out of general anaesthetic with the staff apologizing for my being aware of the tube in my throat. The next thing I know I'm lying in bed naked with my legs in the air, being bed bathed  by two nurses talking about their holidays. To say I was confused was an understatement. 

I was then visited by my husband who told me I'd been in a coma for three days, and had nearly died. He said he'd been told to prepare for the worst. When I told him I'd heard him talking to me and had heard other voices he was a little stunned, as was I to be told it was the intensive care intercom I'd been hearing. I asked him why they hadn't taken out my shunt and he told me they had, which I said couldn't be the case because I had no bandages on my head, and he said it has been taken out  and you've got a head drain, which explained why I couldn't go very far without getting whiplash.

So, for four days I'd had my family sitting talking to me thinking I was going to die, while I thought that I was having a dream. They constantly had talked to me, held my hand and done all the things you see in medical dramas, yet I came out of the coma to a bed bath, not words of love, or hand holding, no drama just lots of relief while I myself was very confused and struggled to take it all in.  We were told I was very lucky to recover from that kind of coma, and the only damage it did, was to my short term memory, so I was really lucky.




Wotserface Wotserface
41-45, F
Aug 9, 2010