When I came home, I was again released with a support network. I had a carer, came in four times a day. Initially, they came in to get me up again, lunchtime, again in the afternoon, and then in the evening to put me to bed. And I had to have 'meals on wheels'. But what I didn't realise was that a lot of people suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, when they've been in Intensive Care and they tend to push themselves too hard because they don't think that they're achieving anything. And so of course guess who has to get it - me!
So by the time, I mean, for the first two or three days, we got rid of the carer coming in the afternoon, and they came, they used to get me up. But after two, three mornings, they found I'd got myself up because I couldn't lay there waiting for them, all morning. Although they used to come by nine o'clock, you know, that was half the day gone, as far as I was concerned [laughs] because as soon as I woke up, I had to be out and about, you know.
'Meals on wheels' went after about three days because I didn't like them. And then after about a week, I think she just used to come in the morning and again in the evening to put me to bed. And even after about ten days, it got so that, they rang me in the evening to see if I wanted anything because I found that I was managing quite well, really. |
