Discharged from hospital

On admittance I was told that I was to stay in the hospital for 5 days. It was a great suprise when the young attractive surgeon stood next to my bed at 8 in the morning on wednesday, only one day after the operation, and told me I was allowed to go home. Two things had to be in order: I had to pee and they wanted to check my Calcium levels.

The operation was a succes. Nothing was damaged and I wasn't even swollen. (Thank you for the Arnica D6 tip, Jeanine!) I had troubles breathing though which worried my family. An electrocardiogram was made and the lung specialist saw me. My Oxygen take-up was 100%...so...I decided to go home.

Before I left, I had half a day to kill. I had a lot of visitors. Rachelle came to see me and spent about half an hour cleaning up my vomit. Myriam was ever so sweet to spend her lunch time with me. Angélique and Aldith walked in together, all shiny happy, and Dideke (my manager) and Anita (my co-worker) came in with my life trophy:They had made A wonderful Superwoman poster which started me crying before they had a chance to walk towards me. How well they know me. The afternoon went by in a daze.

Later at 4 o'clock my parents came with Kiara to pick me up. Kiara climbed in my bed and hugged me profusely. I held my fathers hand as if I was hanging on to life itself.
They made us wait until 7 o'clock. In the mean time I had to climb out of the bed 3 times to go to the toilet. Do not forget that the fear of hospital beds was still with me and that that was a main reason for me to get home a.s.a.p. ! Half an hour before the operation the bed fence had collapsed on me and stretched my muscles in my leg, stomache and back. That did not help after this weeks episode. I had already hung up the beautiful poster with 4 leaved clovers which Kiara's classmates made for me over the hospital bed at home to divert my attention...but the beds in the hospital are actually higher and I could not get out of them without a nurse's help.

What do you call a fear of hospital beds? Lectulusphobia? (My sister sharply pointed out to me that I was mixing Latin and Greek. The right term must therefore be: Krebatiphobia) I must work on that with Sabine as it is my one and only trauma.

As we drove towards the Gooi area I noticed how much better the air was at home than in Amsterdam. I also believe the flowers in the hospital room were making me asthmatic.

Kiara was disappointed that I was unable to speak on the way home and cried hysterically when we got home. All of this is just too much on her. After not wanting to touch me for an hour she slowly moved towards me. That barrier has fortunately be crossed. How sweet it is to be home!