12 weeks post open heart surgery

Hi everyone, What a night mare week. At week 10 post open

12 weeks post open heart surgery

Hi everyone well, where do i start. I went for my 10 week check up 2 weeks ago and the day before I had received my bloodt test results saying how good everything was and infection levels were right down. i walked in, showed her the results and we were made up,. Then, she routinely performed a few tests on me and when she was checking to see if the sternum had healed together she said she felt an arrythmia. She sent me for an ECG and it was confirmed that my heart had gone into AF. AF s where the rythmn of the heart is not regular and can only be settled with cardioversion, whereby they stop the heart, shock it then re start it. I couldnt beleive it but was made up she had found it. They booked me in a week later and i was to stay in a couple of extra days, just because i was to be put on betablockers.So the day arrived and i was taken in by my step mum who dropped me off at the entrance and went home. I got admitted to the day ward whereby they administered ,e with a own and paper knicker ha ha. i got changed and they did all sorts of scans o me and an ecg. I was just about to go down and the consultant looked at the ecg and said my heart was no longer in af. I asked if this normally happened and she said no. So she got the cardio consulant over who looked at the previous weeks and my heart hadnt gone into AF at all!!! I was expreiencing ectopic beats in the heart. He agreedto have me on a 24 hr monitor to record how many beats i was having and whether i could live with these ok. so I was discharged. So a week went by. Friday 2nd November, me, April and her 2 children went to black pool illuminations. It took us.....gues how long?????.......3 hours to get there. We were all so pissed off. However when we got there, it was defo worth it. We stopped off, brough some cock rock ha ha ha not really, hadsome fish and chips nd then came back. I was sooo exhausted after driving all that way. I was up early on Saturday, and off we wnet to Anglesey. Me, Bro, mum and rich. We went walking around Snowdonia, then to a beach near where we were staying. We arrived at the hotel and 4pm. We went for a walk on the beach. Then had a couple of hours to rest, and then we enjoyed a nice meal in the restuarnt. The hotel was lovely, with the rooms being amazing. We got up the next day and we went down to South Stacks where mum stayed in the car and we went down 365 steps to the sea and back up again. It was lovely, and then we drove all the way back home. Monday arrived and i wke feeling jaded and so i went to get a cup f tea, and then returned back to bed. I then thought about going the see grandad in the care home. He had been hospitalised since March 16th, the day of my graduation. His parkinsons had become full blown and he was so painfully thin and in a world of his own. I fed him with his liquid meal and noticed none had been going in his mouth, just all down his top, and over his t-shirt. So they came to change him and thats when i noticed how thin he was. He must have weighed 5 stone wet. I then fed him some more I spent ages talking shit to him, rubbing his arm, rubbing his forehead. I knew that was the last time i was going to see him, and I couldnt bring myself to leave. I looked at him at one point and he was crying, a tearwas running down his face. I know that he knew that was it. I finally left and I went home and sobbed all night. my mum came up to see me before bed and asked if i was ok, sheknew i was a broken woman. I went to sleep that night and woke at 3am. I felt weird. I couldn't sit up in bed and when I had done, I felt like my legs didn't belong to my body. I couldnt move them properly. I went to the loo, came back up, lay in bed, and then was awake about 2 hours. It was mad because i had the mst banging headache ever. IWoke up at 8am and went to go to the loo. Again, i was unsteady on my feet and I was like an old woman getting down the stairs.I got a cup or tea and went up to bed. Ithen lay there til 5.30pm. I had tried to send a number of texts and they were jumbled but i couldntwork out what or how to write stuff. I tried to phone my mate but I couldnt speak. It was horrendous. Whe mum came back from work that evening she shot upstairs and as soon as she saw me she phoned 999. The ambulance man came, they got me in the van and blue lighted us to a and e. When I was there, dad and Louise were there and everyone was worried sick. I couldnt tell them what was wrong. My right side was weaker than left. I just didnt have the vocabulary in my head. After tests and scan etc, I was admitted to the medical assessment ward. In the morning, the consultant came to assess me and they decided I needed to o to the stroke ward. Later that day, the consultant came up and i had undergone a stroke. Frther test revealed I had a clot in my heart that was caused from the warafrin being so low. I was fuming, but couldnt express it properly. They discharged me 2 days later on a higher dose wafarin and injections in the stomach. I got home and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and the Louise came to tell me that my grandad had passed away. What a blow!!! I was in shock, we went to see my dad where i just cried in his arms, and then went to see my nan where we just spoke about him etc. This has to have been the worst week ever. 3 days later and i have nearly got the use of my right side back but i am stil reallyconfused. I cant get my words out and feel very overwhelmed when im in public.