More from the 6th Ring of Hell
Small Update.
Kim is home. He's got a fist-full of drugs, but we don't know what caused the seizure yet. There will be more scans, I believe an EEG ( I made a bet to myself and then snuck a peek at his papers). We're waiting for a consultation to determine what the Neurologists think was the cause, and if it was related to the minor stroke damage. We're kind of shooting in the dark with the drugs at the moment, but because we INSISTED that he be discharged, they had to give him something.
I will document the whole drama later, but my debates with various doctors, which involved demands that he be moved to Nottingham, etc etc and eventually moving up the hospital's 'food chain' resulted in some grand puba doc actually CALLING over to Nottingham's neurology unit to get their opinion ( wow. who would have thought of THAT /sarcasm) This all lasted till about 1:00am Saturday morning before they relented and gave us anti-convulsants and various other medications to take home. Our future consultations will not only hopefully determine the cause, but if this particular drug therapy is the most appropriate. Kim is now chasing the specialists....
Of course, I am scared stiff that it will happen again. That it will happen while I am at work, but as Kim keeps insisting...I can't keep him in cotton wool for the rest of his life. I AM however, being proactive and am signing myself up for the St Johns Ambulance CPR Certification course, and Kim's friend Andy, is sending me his unneeded supply of tanked oxygen as a precaution. ( his late son suffered with epileptic seizures his whole, albiet short, life ) Most of my fear is that it will happen and I won't be in a position to help him if it got worse; so I am arming myself with the best tools I can. Physically and Mentally.
Thank you again for everyone's beautiful emails and messages. It really helped knowing that people were concerned and thinking of us, and praying where they felt so moved to do so. I can't tell you what a difference that makes to know you're not entirely alone in your suffering. I showed Kim a load of your get well and supportive messages and he was really touched. ( teared up a little, I will divulge...) He's taking it easy, but already finding the limitation on his 'bad' arm extremely restrictive and grinding. He's determined to not sit around all day, as it just makes him stir-crazy but not over-do it exhaust himsef while his body tries to heal.
Kim is home. He's got a fist-full of drugs, but we don't know what caused the seizure yet. There will be more scans, I believe an EEG ( I made a bet to myself and then snuck a peek at his papers). We're waiting for a consultation to determine what the Neurologists think was the cause, and if it was related to the minor stroke damage. We're kind of shooting in the dark with the drugs at the moment, but because we INSISTED that he be discharged, they had to give him something.
I will document the whole drama later, but my debates with various doctors, which involved demands that he be moved to Nottingham, etc etc and eventually moving up the hospital's 'food chain' resulted in some grand puba doc actually CALLING over to Nottingham's neurology unit to get their opinion ( wow. who would have thought of THAT /sarcasm) This all lasted till about 1:00am Saturday morning before they relented and gave us anti-convulsants and various other medications to take home. Our future consultations will not only hopefully determine the cause, but if this particular drug therapy is the most appropriate. Kim is now chasing the specialists....
Of course, I am scared stiff that it will happen again. That it will happen while I am at work, but as Kim keeps insisting...I can't keep him in cotton wool for the rest of his life. I AM however, being proactive and am signing myself up for the St Johns Ambulance CPR Certification course, and Kim's friend Andy, is sending me his unneeded supply of tanked oxygen as a precaution. ( his late son suffered with epileptic seizures his whole, albiet short, life ) Most of my fear is that it will happen and I won't be in a position to help him if it got worse; so I am arming myself with the best tools I can. Physically and Mentally.
Thank you again for everyone's beautiful emails and messages. It really helped knowing that people were concerned and thinking of us, and praying where they felt so moved to do so. I can't tell you what a difference that makes to know you're not entirely alone in your suffering. I showed Kim a load of your get well and supportive messages and he was really touched. ( teared up a little, I will divulge...) He's taking it easy, but already finding the limitation on his 'bad' arm extremely restrictive and grinding. He's determined to not sit around all day, as it just makes him stir-crazy but not over-do it exhaust himsef while his body tries to heal.