Where has my voice gone?

 There is one thing I do remember when I was in hospital two years ago, and I thought I had put it in my memoir, but it is not there - I lost my voice. I remember maybe it was a couple of days after I had been transferred from ICU to the High Dependency Unit, I went to talk to a nurse and nothing came out but a whisper. Why couldn't I speak? Where was my voice? I briefly wondered why I couldn't talk. I remember thinking the only way to get my voice back was to practice talking, which is what I did. Whenever I was alone, I would whisper hello to myself. After a day or two of doing this, I got my voice back and I could ask for help properly. Now knowing what happened to me after the surgery, I know why I lost my voice. I had been in intensive care in an induced coma for three days on a ventilator helping me breathe. With having that in my throat, and not being able to talk for at least a week, my throat must have dried up. That is the only time that I recall ever having lost my voice. I might have got close to it with a bad cold at one time, but not like that. If you have read my memoir, then you will know that I made up for the time I couldn't talk after that. Lol.

Find out what happened to me two years ago in my memoir out now either via my website, Amazon or The Book Dragon (in store or online). It is called 'Endocarditis - My Journey'. One journey I don't want to go through again. You can find it here https://www.amazon.co.uk/Endocarditis-My-Journey-Julie-Day-ebook/dp/B0B8VT2X1H

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?