It's Just an Infection: Leaving

By The Tart From Down Under
Posted on Tuesday, July 5th, 2016

This post is a follow up to It’s Just an Infection.


Leaving the hospital without a loved one is the hardest thing anyone does, especially leaving with no knowledge of their well being. I don’t remember walking out, I don’t remember going home.  I remember Mr. Down Under’s parents being thrilled that their son was okay, that he would be okay. But to me, we didn’t know, he was being operated on, open heart surgery that could save his life, yes, that was true, but it was dangerous, and I was numb.

Our home at the time, had a large claw foot bath, with the shower head above it.   I remember sitting in that bath, with the water running over me, scalding hot and feeling like I was freezing. I sat there for a long time, watching the water drip.

After finally dragging myself out, I was taken out to dinner, “to celebrate”.  My parents, Mr. Down Under’s parents, and our friends that had been present during our time at the hospital went to a restaurant nearby.   After dinner, we went home and I finally went to sleep.

Waking up was surreal. I was alone, but could hear movement and loud talking in the house, but I felt wrong. It's hard to explain. Looking at the clock on my side table, I realised it was really early in the morning. My mum burst into the room holding my phone and repeating, "Hang on, hang on," over and over. It was Mr. Down Under’s Oma, she was scared, and with her thick accent my mum wasn’t sure what she was saying, I calmed her down and she told me that she didn't have his parents Australian number so she called me to find out if he was okay.

Now that I was up, I realised I didn’t know if he was okay. I calmed Oma down and promised to have someone call her back. I rang Mr. Down Under’s parents and they let me know that they spoke to the hospital this morning.  He was out of surgery. Rushing through breakfast with my Mum, we head to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital it was to an awake Mr. Down Under. I was so happy to see him, and he apologised for scaring me. He had had his breathing tube removed, so I was able to get in a kiss, but he still had some drainage tubes attached to the sides of his chest. The lung infection was mentioned, and that it may cause some issues with recovery, but nothing seemed dire. I spent the day sitting with Mr. Down Under relieved that he was going to be ok, and eventually was sent home by nurses at the end of visiting hours. After open heart surgery, Drs set patients up with a physio. Sitting and standing as soon as possible is crucial, it helps the patient to recover from their surgery. Mr. Down Under was to begin physio in the morning.

It never happened. Overnight there was a setback, speaking to his surgeon, he was worried, he had been worried. This is why he wanted to postpone the emergency surgery. Having heart surgery is a huge risk, having it while battling a lung infection is dangerous. Mr. Down Under’s oxygen saturation levels had dropped overnight making breathing difficult, he was placed on high pressured oxygen, which didn’t do much for his sparkling personality. I love the man, but he knows how to be a crank. Hospital and needles weren’t helping.

As I left the hospital that night I was stopped by Mr. Down Under’s nurse, Mia.  She told me that the Doctors had just completed their rounds, and that they were discussing sedating Mr. Down Under, and replacing his breathing tube. On the way home from the hospital we were called, the Doctor’s had decided it was the best course of action to help Mr. Down Under’s recovery. They sedated him that night, and to this day I feel awful that he went through that alone.


About the Author:
A 28 year old Aussie, from the beautiful South-East of Queensland, a lover of chocolate, good white wine and books, I'm an almost married mum to two, aged 1 and 3, who is pro-vax, pro-choice and pro-you do you. My partner and I run a small business from home.