Tuesday, 10 June 2008

Tuesday 10/06/08

And as we know I spent a month+ in a hospital somewhere in a nice area of London (can’t complain much) in 2005/2006 and because a month+ is quite a long time, I had to find ways to entertain myself.  You might have thought I’d have spent a lot of time reading, but I couldn’t hold up a book or turn pages etc, mainly due to being paralysed, and as many helpful visitors as I had, nobody really volunteered to sit there, hold up books and turn the pages for me.  People did help with many other more enjoyable activities though, and some of these activities were: 

(Again most of these things other people did for me, as I couldn’t myself) 

a)       I decided to listen to all the songs on my iPod using shuffle, one by one, not skipping a single song.  So I did.  That must have been around 3,000 songs at that time 

b)      I decided to keep track of the people who visited me and at the end of the month I made a chart of the most frequent visitors.  At joint first place were Scott and D (my housemate back then), both of which visited me every day apart from one 

c)       I decided that I needed to look less like I’m dying, so I made my sister put on concealer under my eyes (YSL Touche Eclat shade 1) every morning after I woke up.  And put wax in my hair 

d)      Later in the month, I decided to be a new person and I shaved all my hair (on my head) off, at a no.1 all over.  This resulted in me looking more like I’m dying, but it was too late by then 

e)       I decided to make a list of my Favourite 100 Songs of All Time.  My method for this was that I identified my top 10 bands/singers of all time and chose 5 songs from each of them.  That gave me 50.  Then for the remaining 50 I just chose other songs from artists who didn’t necessarily like that much, I just liked some, maybe even only one of their songs 

f)        I decided that I wanted my leg hairs trimmed at a no.2 using clippers 

g)      I decided that I wanted my facial hair bleached with peroxide (as I’ve mentioned before hairs on my upper lip are blonde but my beard isn’t), so I had Scott (and others) do that for me over the whole month 

h)       Through the first 10 days or so I didn’t eat anything, because I couldn’t chew or swallow (I had a drip instead) and then when I started eating I got takeaway from Carluccio’s for every meal 

i)         During the last week when I could use a wheelchair (having regained movement of my arms) I asked for permission to leave the hospital and go on a sunbed place nearby.  We incorporated that in one of my physiotherapy sessions, where the physios took me to the place, helped me onto the sunbed and then picked me up when I was done 

j)         Because I didn’t like wearing the hospital clothes, I insisted on wearing clothes that amused me instead.  This put a little extra pressure on the people who dressed me of course (it’s definitely easier to put on a backless hospital gown on somebody who’s completely paralysed than a fitted t-shirt, but I’m sure it was worth it in the end).  But the end of the month I was so bored that I was wearing ridiculous things like rugby padding, football shin-pads, rugby socks, all sorts of things 

k)       When I was in the wheelchair, friends would come round and we’d go out in the corridor/balcony type area (it was a nice hospital I tell you) and they would push me (or was it throw me?) as far as they could.  Whoever pushed me (threw me?) the furthest, won 

l)         I bought a portable DVD player.  I watched endless amounts of Simpsons episodes on my DVD player, I watched every episode of Sex & The City, I watched DVDs with the music videos directed by Michel Gondry and Chris Cunningham and all the music videos of Bjork, but still in a hospital for a month with nothing else to do, I didn’t have enough attention span to watch a single film 

m)     And apart from that, I just lay in bed and looked at the ceiling quite a lot 

So in conclusion, this is the life I’d like to live please, only without the paralysis and/or pain.

PS. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, the Greece vs Sweden game is about to start.

36 comments:

Dmom said...

wow that must of been boring how many tiles were on the ceiling? go Greece! which is my second favorite team #1 is Holland.

Trybaby said...

LOL rugby pads. For real? HAHAH so great, I want to do that, except not. I'm sure the nurses didn't mind feeling you up.

What kind of movement did you have, did it eventually get to the point where you could only blink, or was it like you could sorta turn your head?

Was it weird going for a long time with out eating because you had a drip?

deikse moy to hroma toy deksioy herioy sas said...

Yes! I'd like someone to dress me too everyday. The sillier and less dignified, the better. I'm all about others' amusement.

Tim in Italy said...

I had read the post concerning your illness when I first started reading your blog. For some reason, this post was quite chilling. It gave the impression of slowly drowning, especially not being able to swallow. I would have been a blubbering fool. I don't recall, but did you eventually loose your eye sight for a time? That would have done it for me. I admire your courage in even bringing it up.

London Preppy said...

dmom: No tiles on the ceiling!

trybaby: I was definitely the youngest person in my ward by about 45 years so yes I'm sure the nurses liked me more than the average person.

I can't remember exactly about turning my head to be honest. I certainly couldn't lift it when lying down. Maybe turn.

As for the food, no I didn't miss or anything, because I didn't feel like eating. It wasn't an option so I forgot about it

deikse mou: I certainly did amuse my ward

tim: No, I never lost my sight, thank God. You probably think you'd be blubbering, but I think you wouldn't really if you were in that situation. You'd just live with it. Well, maybe I'm wrong and I'm generalising. But I had a stoical approach

Cockbag LLC said...

Have you seen "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" yet? Take what you had to go through times 100.

Glad to see you had a fun outlook on how you dealt with.

London Preppy said...

cockbag: Erm...I don't watch anything that could upset/depress me. And I definitely wouldn't watch something that might remind me of the time in hospital...

dickophile said...

so what was the one day they didnt show up? any significance to it?

London Preppy said...

dickophile: No, no significance. They didn't not show up on the same day. I guess they couldn't make it one day

Russell said...

That's pretty incredible to be that paralysed for so long. Would you say that time being so far gone and then coming back again affected your outlook on life now?

Foxx said...

LP....unfortunately I got Poland in the sweep.....by now the Greece game is over - so I say bad luck.....and I like your hospital story....and those blue shorts I like too

Kyle said...

Sorry Greece Failed.

Luke said...

I guess everyone likes having a real life london preppy doll to play with, probably achievable currently given sufficient barbiturates?

I know someone who had the same thing and took a similar time to recover, its gotta be pretty scary to go from a bit of tingling to total paralysis especially as the medicine is time.

Kyle said...

Sorry Greece Failed.

kim said...

sorry to hear about Greece ...

please tell me there were photos taken during your time in hospital ... I know you would like to maintain your image of body-perfection (or pursuit of) on this site, but it would be great to see pictorial evidence of your motivation (ie, your time in hospital) ... plus seeing those crazy outfits would be a great laugh.

re-read your original post about your illness again too, and I agree with Tim it's quite chilling, even the second (more like 5th) time reading it.

Ja said...

Thanks for sharing that. For some reason it seemed more personal to what you normally write.

A Girl From Texas said...

Wow, you are blessed to have really great people in your life.

Anonymous said...

You should have watched all of Matthew Barney's Cremaster Cycle. That would have taken you most of a day and twisted you sufficiently for the remainder of your hospital stay. Twisted, that is, in a good way; although i guess on your definition of good. Morphine might have also helped... Just a thought.
Scott

Anonymous said...

Egad, I hated "Diving Bell and the Blah, Blah, Blah". It was so damn French.... filled with gross guys surrounded by obsessive/mistreated women. Ridiculous. Although, with a little re-calibrating - like switching the gross French guys with hot ones and the hot but obsessive women with more hot French guys (we can keep the obsessive part since that sounds sexy). OK, that definitely a big improvement. It also sounds like a porn I own.
Scott

Alex said...

Didn't your parents stay with you during your hospital stay or did it not get back to them until later?

AlwaysReadySF said...

So, if you don't mind my asking, what made you bring this up? It must not be a pleasant memory....I was just curious ...what triggered it?

Ben said...

So which was more boring: recovering from Guillaine-Barre syndrome, or watching Greece play last night?

London Preppy said...

kim: There were a couple of pictures, but they're gone now. Not because I want to maintain a body perfect image, but mainly because I didn't want to remember what I looked like whilst being very nearly dead

alex: They did, yes

ben: Ha ha! Well I can't say I get bored personally when I watch Greece, (because I have a personal interest) but I can see that anyone else watching them who's not Greek must be slitting their wrists

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Anonymous said...

So was it less painful because Greece lost against tall blonde Scandinavian types? Would you have been more disappointed if they had been beaten by, say, Portugal, or worse even, Turkey?
And I must (silly-ly) note that the least one could expect from a Grecian transfuge such as you, is to take things in a stoic manner. Oh you Greeks and philophophy...!

frann said...

and greece lost against sweden.....
pity....

fredparislondon said...

God, is that a Gay thing or what ? My friend had the same symptoms and it lasted a few months and he did full recovery too. Starting to think it s may be related to gay lifestyle in London ! (stress, too much gym, nerves ? dr** ?, wrong dancing routine, sweaty Vauxhall Club with dirty bacterias...)

Alfred said...

oh just busy about gay people send to me "Homosexuality worry and extrication"document and i also sick. That is my first time read your normal life. you look like a health man is it bcause you broken leg so go to hospital.

Ben said...

Despite loving football, I lost any compulsion to watch my national team (England) some time ago, to the extent that it doesn't bother me all that much that they're not in Austria/Switzerland. Boring football is boring football. Greece's style is dictated by their German coach. I did find it refreshing to see them beat several established teams in winning Euro 2004, but the game has moved on and the same formula looks unlikely to bear fruit this time around (although it did earn Romania a draw against France).

Anyway, enjoy the rest of the tournament.

george said...

even when your life was in danger you had humour. you must be a buzz to hang around with?.....george

Graham said...

LP,
I had to stay in hospital twice, for two operations, but on neither occasion was I paralysed. I did get a lot of morphine though, especially after the second operation.

For the first, I was on a ward with about 10 other guy (average age was 60, I was 17) so at least I could look around and stay entertained by them. The second time I was in a private room and the nurse told my family I would be sleeping after surgery so no need to come visit. I lay awake, completely high on morphine for about twelve hours unable to watch tv because the noise and images were making me feel sick. Those 12 hours were painfully boring, even though the morphine was great, so I admire you greatly for enduring a month of boredom.

Anonymous said...

Greece lost gloriously, didn't they. You should support the Netherlands from now on. Hup Holland hup! If you can't beat them... And what was that about footballers not being cute. Did you see all those lovely blond Swedes? Nice :-) (sorry, you don't do smilies don't you)

d'Anger said...

"this is the life I’d like to live please, only without the paralysis and/or pain"

I'd like to help you have the life you'd like to live so I'm volunteering for the wheelchair push/throw down the corridor event. I'm very competetive by nature and think that I could do quite well at this. Also, is the Scott who posts as anonymous your Scott or just an anonymous Scott?

London Preppy said...

anon: No, it would hurt in any case unfortunately. Oh wait, losing to England would have been the worst

fredparislondon: I only know of one more person having had that. I wonder if we know the same guy

ben: Indeed. To quote Mean: lightning doesn't strike twice

george: I am certainly not! Take that back

anon: I don't object to supporting the Dutch actually. There are a lot worse teams out there

d'anger: A different Scott

george said...

i can't take that back....you'll have to punish me...hahahaha.....george

London Preppy said...

fredparis: Same person