At about 8:30, Mr D’s registrar came round, he checked my nose and was
happy enough for the pack to be removed. My nose was a mess underneath full or
blood, snot and god knows what else. The registrar then said he'd be happy for
me to go home today. I was delighted but felt a little overwhelmed and vulnerable.
I was told I couldn't leave until after lunch when Mr D had been to see me. I
told Matt to come to host for lunchtime and to waste some time I watched TV on
the iPad, had a shower and packed. If anything I had majorly overexerted myself
and I was shattered by the time Matt got in to pick me up. We sat round for a
few hours and had some lunch of cauliflower soup. The nurse brought me my pain
relief to take home.
At about 1400, Mr D came round and had a little chat, he checked my bite and
spoke to me about what to expect over the next few days.
I then got wrapped up and made the walk to the car. It was very surreal and the
journey home seemed to take forever. I fell asleep on the way home. When I got
in I got to see my beloved little puppies Binky and Boo who were very excited
to see me. I was so tired I went to bed and slept for 2 hours.
When I woke up I was faced with the decision... What the hell to eat? All I
could manage was soup and I hate soup. I actually fancied some sweet potato.
Poor Matt went out but couldn't get any and come back with root vegetables. He
boiled them up and mixed them with gravy. It was pretty average to be honest and
at this point I realised that eating was going to be a struggle.
Dad and mum came round, and it was lovely to see them mum brought me some flowers
and Matt got me a lovely bouquet of flowers too.
My next challenge was to tackle my nose, it was blocked and full with dry
blood. At first I tried to get it out with earbuds and hot soapy water... Not a
chance. That tar like blood wasn't going anywhere. In the end I had to get a
pair of tweezers and pull these solid clots from my nose. As my nose began to
clear, breathing became easier and I felt relieved. My throat was very sore, I
managed to shine a torch into my mouth and I saw all the bruising inside, no
wonder it was sore.
I went to bed at 10pm and tried to take my pain relief, tried is the important
word here because as hard as I tried I just kept throwing it back up. It was
like my throat had become totally sensitive to any smell, texture or taste it
didn't like and I just vomited it up. I got myself into such a state. I fell
asleep sat up and woke at 7am when Matts alarm went off.
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