Over the past few months I completely lost my blogging mojo.  Not only that but I started to fall into a downward spiral of self pity, fru...

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Over the past few months I completely lost my blogging mojo. 

Not only that but I started to fall into a downward spiral of self pity, frustration and unhappiness. 
I became tired of having to rely on everyone else to do everything for me and I was totally fed up of not being able to walk, of having to 'bum shuffle' up the stairs and to not even be able to have a proper wash. 
Do you have any idea how hard it is to have a wash while sitting on a chair in front of the sink?!

 There have been days when I just wanted to stay in bed and hide from the world, and days where I have been emotional over every little thing.
Tears have been shed and arguments have been had.

 Being in cast for 6 weeks officially sucks!  
Especially when you have 6 children running around that need/want their Mummy to do things for them and to play with them.

 They completely missed out on Summer holiday fun due to my injury, and when my cast was finally removed and we decided to treat them to a day out (before they returned to school) it ended in disaster.

 We had decided to take the 4 older children to Woburn Safari Park and we were all really looking forward to it. 

 When I woke up in the morning I had some discomfort on my right hand side and it hurt a little when I took a breath in.  
Not wanting to ruin the day I didn't think much of it and we went on our way.
Giraffes at Woburn Safari Park

While driving through the safari the pain started to increase and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe.  
Not wanting to frighten the children I sat as still as I could and tried not to let them see how much pain I was in, but I could tell from Daddy D's face that he could see I was getting worse.  
We finished the safari and parked the ca,r but by this point I could not move and could only take a very shallow breaths due to the amount of pain I was in.
Daddy D went to find help and I sat in the car trying to stay calm and keep my breathing as regular as possible.
A member of staff who was trained in first aid was soon by my side and took only a couple of minutes to make the decision to call an ambulance. 
A fast response vehicle was the first to arrive and the paramedic gave me gas and air (entonox) and did an ECG while we waited for the ambulance. 
The ECG seemed normal but unfortunately the gas and air did nothing for my pain so the decision was made to insert a cannula so that I could be given morphine.  

 During this time the wonderful staff at Woburn arranged for some of their keepers to take the children to see some of the animals so that they wouldn't be frightened by what was happening to me.
They were absolutely amazing and I will always be grateful for what they did that day. (They have even sent us tickets so that we can return when I am fully recovered).

 The ambulance finally arrived and I was helped into the back of the ambulance and onto the bed. Another ECG was performed and this time the results were abnormal.  It was also discovered at this point that my right lung wasn't filling with air properly.

 By this time I was frightened and really struggling to breathe so I was given oxygen to help and more morphine was administered through my cannula. 

 Daddy D went to find the children and I was rushed to hospital with blue lights flashing and sirens screeching.
Within seconds of pulling up at the hospital about 5 people opened the ambulance door and rushed me straight into the resuscitation area of A&E.

 I knew it must be serious then.

 My bed was quickly surrounded by doctors and nurses, unsure of how serious things might get. 
I was attached to a monitor, blood was taken, tests were done, pain relief given and I was admitted on to a ward. 
The pain was horrific and pain relief just wasn't touching it.

 I was injected with anticoagulants and taken for a CT scan where it was discovered that I had a blood clot (pulmonary embolism) on my right lung, and that I also had an infection in the left lung.
Many medications were given and I felt like a pin cushion with the amount of blood that was taken and injections that I had, but after a couple of days the pain started to decrease and I started to feel better.

 After 4 days in hospital I was finally allowed to go home.

 I must admit I had been begging the doctors and nurses to let me go as my sister was getting married that weekend.  
I was determined that I wasn't going to miss it ..... especially as I was supposed to be a bridesmaid!

 The amazing hospital staff managed to get me home the night before the wedding, and a nurse even agreed to come to the wedding reception to administer my injections! 
I had to make lots of promises that I wouldn't over-do it and that I would keep my leg elevated at the reception, but I didn't care what I had to do as long as I could be there.

 I got to share my sister's special day with her, and I kept all of my promises.

My Sister and I on her wedding day
A few weeks later and I am recovering well.

 Daddy D has returned to work and the children have returned to school.

 I would be lying if I said I wasn't finding it hard, because it is, and I am.

I still don't have full flexibility in my ankle and am still having some issues with swelling if I am on my feet for too long, but .... I am now able to walk unaided and no longer need to 'bum shuffle' up the stairs! 
Yay.

 The physio team have given me exercises to help regain full use of my ankle and the really good news is that they can't see any reason why I shouldn't be recovered enough to still take part in the Marathon next year!
I might not be able to run as much of it as I planned, and to be honest I don't care if I have to walk the whole thing, as long as I manage to raise lots of money for Genetic Disorders UK and the wonderful work they do.

 I still require regular blood tests and will have to be on Warfarin for the next 6 months, but I am feeling much more positive about things now. 

 Fingers crossed, my mojo has returned.

 Love Missy xx

 P.S if you would like to donate to Genetic Disorders UK then you will find my Just Giving page HERE. 
Thank You.



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Marissa Bird is a busy mum of six, blogging the realities of parenting, whilst trying to keep her sanity by reading books and taking photographs in her spare time... if she can ever find any!

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