Dear All,
I am writing this blog update with my new (life-saving) computer voice-activated software: as some of you may know, I can't type using my hands, so I've been set up with a rather fab headset - apparently I look like a worker in a call-centre..! My previous blog scribe and wonderful husband John has fully gone back to work... and as I slowly recover, I am becoming increasingly independent, especially with the use of the computer and telephone. It's incredible to think that for the last four months I was in a total communication black hole -- and how much we rely on electronic means to stay in touch with the real world..
Despite my technology adjuncts, I'm sorry there has been such a delay in blog updates: the last time I wrote was when I was still in the Royal free Hospital over eight weeks ago.
I have now well and truly settled into my new life/regime ('boot camp' wasn't far off the mark...) at Queen Square's neuro rehabilitation ward. I can't say I'm enjoying myself, but I suppose that's not surprising ... although I know that I definitely am lucky to be alive. I have been counting the days until I am strong enough to go home...I can't wait, and it's even better now that summer looks like it is on the way: I definitely missed the worst of the English weather when I was on ICU! So, I am now 8 weeks into rehab, and apparently in 4 weeks, all being well, they plan to release me... hopefully to go home, with a 'package of care' ( i.e. people to help me get out of bed etc..)
When I arrived here at Queen Square rehab, I'll be honest, it was all rather unsettling: I will never forget the day that I first arrived - by ambulance transfer from the Royal Free. I was left waiting in a big day room, surrounded by other patients in wheelchairs. Because of my limb weakness and wasting, I was unable to do anything until somebody came to help me. I sat there in disbelief that this was going to be my life for an uncertain amount of time. It definitely has taken me a long time to accept that I have (at least hopefully, a short-term) disability, and all the things that come with that: I have no independence. I cannot wash, dress myself, clean my teeth, have a shower, get out of bed... In terms of medical things, I was fortunate that all my tubes and catheters were removed before getting to rehab, so at least I was free in that sense.
The weeks are passing very slowly, but I can now see that things are getting better. I have to be honest, it has been really hard. Of course it is a million times better than being on ICU, but it's challenging in completely different ways. I am so dependent on people around me helping me with every function, while at the same time, my mind feels absolutely normal. It's like being trapped inside a useless body. I'm surrounded by incredible people -- both other patients (there are 18 of us, some with strokes, multiple sclerosis, Parkinson's, post-neurosurgery, and even some with GBS) and of course the therapists here (physiotherapists mainly) are fantastic and so so patient. I spend my days in the physio gym trying to strengthen the muscles that I have, and to wake up muscles that have wasted. It is so tedious, but I have no choice.
While I'm waiting for my nerves and muscles to regenerate, I have been very lucky to be in such a central London location, and have so many wonderful friends to visit in the evenings. From the second week here, they have allowed me escape every weekend to stay with John at my parents new flat in East Finchley, which is totally luxury compared to the hospital..! and of course, wheelchair friendly. My weekends have been spent taking everything in that I used to take for granted, just hanging out in north London, and spending hours and hours of magical time with my family and my wonderful husband. John has rather drawn the short straw though, as he is now back to working full-time all week, and has to work pretty hard every weekend looking after me - apparently I'm a full-time job too!
So, I'm taking things day by day. The team here have been fairly optimistic about my recovery, although in terms of months to years rather than weeks to months. Of course, I also know that the prognosis is good in the long term, but there are always some people who have residual problems (about 5 to 10%). The consultant here is extremely experienced, and has seen many cases of GBS. She thinks I should more or less be able to go back to do whatever I wanted to do, careerwise, although it may be a long time off. Of course that is fantastic, but one thing she couldn't be sure about was my manual dexterity and strength, as that is often a long-term problem with this condition. She has often seen manual labourers who cannot work, and had a case of a chef who could not lift oven trays. She thinks that some of the manual skills I will need to have in the near future may be difficult (including intubating and bronchoscoping, both of which require quite a lot of strength as well as dexterity).
I'm obviously starting to wonder how I will go back to work, and what exactly I will do. My hands and arms will most likely be a problem, but at least I've got my mind and my concentration, and with the help of my headset I can use a computer with no real problem. In fact, my typing is better than ever was using my hands! I suppose I'm lucky that there are quite a few aspects to work, and I'm hoping to create something I can do. I am working on the computer now in my spare time, catching up with projects I was halfway through, and thanks to the Internet, I am in touch with colleagues in Paris and London, and effectively working - it's amazing, and keeping my mind active is definitely keeping me sane! John has gone back to work full-time at UCH, and it is wonderful for him to have some normality back. He has wonderful colleagues, and they have been so supportive.
So, if all goes to plan, I will be moving back to north London at the end of May, & until then, I'm here at Queen Square all week.
We are planning to go to Spain in mid June for a week with my parents, and stay in their ground floor flat -- I can't wait! It's going to be an amazing moment when John lowers me into the paddling pool.. although I'm a little bit scared as I can't lift my arms up at the moment, let alone swim! I think I may invest in a sturdy pair of arm-bands..
Thank you to everybody for being by our side through this horrible time, and, with the spring coming, my recovery is going to happen - in fact, it is happening!
Lots of love,
Here's to the rest of 2009 - it's just got to get better!
laura
PS In case I don't blog again, I'm now back on my normal e-mail and phone:
lauracprice@hotmail.com
07947 597 602
...It would be lovely to hear from you!