First thing I want to do is thank everyone for all their good wishes, and thoughts. All the messages left here, and the e-mails too. I really can’t thank each and everyone enough. It really has meant so much to me.
It’s one week on from when I came out of hospital. One week on, to have sat at home and done a lot of thinking. And one week to have hopefully made some progress.
On the progress side of things, one of the biggest things for me has been giving up smoking. Something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but there’s nothing like a hefty kick up the arse to get you in the right direction. I won’t say it’s been easy, and it is only a week, but I’m getting there.
A complete change in diet is a personal tough one. I love fry-ups! Butter, strong cheddar cheese, coffee; an endless list of the ‘wrong’ foods. In moderation, perhaps ok; but I’ve never had much moderation in my life.
All change now though. De-caffe coffee, when I get round to buying some. In the mean time I’ve cut down a lot on the coffee intake. Healthy spread, on brown bread, no cheese; and fruit!
Fruit is something I walked past in the supermarket, to get to the cream cake stall.
Apples, pears, plums, grapes; I’ve always liked fruit, but it’s never been a big part of my life. It is now.
I’ve an appointment next week with a dietician, to point me in the right direction. I told the doctor, as much as I like salad, I crave something a little more filling.
‘Not a problem’, she said. ‘There are lots of things you can still eat’.
I can’t wait! I doubt fresh cream cakes are on the list though.
I’ve still got a slight pain across my chest, but I put that down to where I fell when I passed out. A massive bruise at the top of my leg, where the stents were inserted via the artery, and I get out of breathe just talking on the phone sometimes. I guess in time that will all get better.
Follow up appointments over the next couple of weeks at the cardiology department, (first one tomorrow), and pills to take for the rest of what life I have left. Apparently I did a considerable amount of damage to the heart when I had the attack.
So work. Ah, yes. The work I do, or did, is very heavy manual work in a warehouse. No one has said yet just how long I shall be off work. I had a visit from our personnel department the second day I was at home. Welfare visit, they call it. Being bloody nosey more like it. I’ve been a shop steward long enough to know how their minds work; and when in conversation it was mentioned, ‘you could be off a while then?’ it’s time to start thinking about future career prospects.
But, a new month begins. A new way of life, a new start in a way. A bit like a mystery tour.
Exciting, but a little scary too.