Aspies and change

One thing that people with Asperger's find hard to cope with is change. Well, I certainly went through a lot of that last year when I went into hospital. That was the first major change to my life. I think it helped me because I knew in advance (the day before) that I was going in, and I knew that I had to go as it would help me and my health. Then came more change as I went from one hospital to another to find out what was wrong with me. Again I knew it was to help find out what was wrong with me. I somehow managed to cope with all of that change until there was one change too many for me. I have described it my memoir like this

 I went from the quiet of ICU to the noise, lights and busyness of Doulton High Dependency Unit. The contrast was amazing. One thing us Aspies do find hard to cope with is change. This change was hard for me. I had coped well with going into hospital, then from one hospital to another and another, but this was something else. I think now it was that plus being in a strange environment that made me unable to sleep for three nights.

Once I got used to the routines and everything happening to me in that ward, I calmed down.

There was more change to come when I got home, and then Mum came home too. I shall tell you about that in the next post.

An Aspie in hospital - sleep

 I don't know about you, but I can never sleep properly in another bed. So being in a hospital bed was no exception. I didn't sleep too bad to start with despite the sensory challenges of noise and lights about me. I slept in normal beds with controls at the side in both Lewisham and King's which was OK. It was when I got to St Thomas's that I had problems. I was able to sleep on my side like I do here at home but when I was at St Thomas's I had a portable heart monitor wired to me which was connected to the monitors in the corridor outside. I was unlucky and got a faulty monitor. It kept on going wrong and the batteries kept running out, especially when I was in bed asleep. I was often woken up by a nurse asking me if I was OK as the monitor wasn't showing up. There was even a time when I was fast asleep and I was woken up about it. Yes, I was fine until you woke me up. Grr... There was a time that I slept so soundly that I didn't hear the blood transfusion IV machine beep to let me know it had either stopped or run out of battery. The lady next to me had to get out of bed and find a nurse to turn it off. I knew nothing about this until I woke up that morning.

Then I had my surgery, was in ICU (don't remember much about that, thank goodness), and moved to the High Dependency Unit. Oh my. The noise, the lights, the busyness, that bed. The strangeness of it all. I couldn't sleep at all the first few nights (more in my memoir to come). The bed was a special one that helped to prevent bed sores and went up and down under you. Not good when you have diarrhoea due to the antibiotics you are on. Oh, and yes the tubes all about me stopped me from lying on my side. I had to sit up, facing up to go to sleep. A position I wasn't used to. After the fourth night I started to doze off now and then and slept better. When I finally returned to the first ward I was in, I slept much better. No tubes, no monitors and quieter. I recovered more there as I was told I would do. 

But nothing is best than my own bed. Who agrees?