I appreciate that I have gone AWOL but I can explain. First, let me begin by saying after my 6lb first week weight loss my second week was 3lb weight loss. I thought it might be more but 9lb in two weeks is pretty good going. I will weigh in tomorrow evening as I missed this morning's weigh in as its half term.
So that's all been pretty good. What wasn't so good was last weeks turn of events. So, my dad hadn't been feeling well - had a dippy tummy but the docs had put it down to IBS. He then went off his food and was getting weaker and weaker. He went back to the doctors about two Friday's ago and whilst his bloods showed 'inflammation' they sent him home. Anyhow, he had an appointment booked for the Tuesday to check his colon. We were all beginning to suspect colon cancer as this is what his mum died of. However, when he arrived very weak at this appointment he was admitted to hospital and good job too. Turns out he had a perforated bowel in multiple places and had sepsis. They operated to save his life (and I quote -"he had no time" - the doctor) at 12 am early Wednesday morning. They had to remove his entire colon and transferred him to intensive care. Now the operation was the least of all the worries as septic shock is life threatening so his whole body was desperately trying to fight the infection. He was pumped with 10 litres of fluid as he couldn't regulate his blood pressure, had antibiotics, heart mediation and a whole host of machines that liked to beep regularly in particular "heart rate too high". Its very calm in intensive care - lots of light (you ain't going to sleep if you were in a normal condition any time soon!) and activity. So, I wasn't going to run and around screaming "the heart rate, the heart rate!"
I have to say that first night after the op was grim. My dad looked grey. So much so when I stepped into intensive care unit I had to do a double take as I didn't recognise the man in the corner. The doctor said and I quote "many people do not survive this operation". Looking at my dad, I have to say I wasn't feeling in anyway optimistic. The next day he moved his lips a little and eyebrows and that was it. He was still sedated. On one evening, when he was having his sedation changed he said "if I don't make it...(I though where is that family treasure god damm it!) you can sue them" - he was in a confused and sleepless state. By the weekend, he was off the main ventilator and could say a few words - bizarrely we all found this more upsetting as he looked so weak than when he was in a critical condition. No one has felt like doing anything - I haven't wanted to exercise and didn't turn to food although a few bits of chocolate crept in on Saturday.
So today, is Wednesday and he's out of intensive care and in high dependency. He had a blood transfusion as he was anaemic and tests are being carried out to see what has caused the multiple ulcers on his bowel. He has a chest infection which is being treated which is not uncommon from this time of op. He's also had a brain scan - again normal practice. The doctors and nurses have been fantastic - he's swore at one which is so unlike him. He still thinks he's in A&E and says he's going to walk home as he's just waiting around. No food or drink. He thinks his care has been awful!! His care has been brilliant and they've saved his life. The food and drink are all via the drip and he can't have too much water as it may go into his lungs. For the first time in over a week, we all feel a little better that he is on the mend and tomorrow I might even go to clubbercise.
Wish me luck for the weigh in!