Suffice to say that this period of time confirmed that my right hand side was a “disaster zone”.
I was unable to move my body for myself and I had a catheter inserted and had to use adult nappies. I didn’t leave my bed for anything other than for tests (I couldn’t!).
I became accustomed to being wheeled in a wheel chair to my various tests after first having been craned out of bed (I was incapable of doing it any other way).
This period was a time of the first wave of many people visiting me, sending me flowers, cards and fruit baskets and my wife Marilyn had spent every day with me at the hospital.
My blood pressure was stabilised with medication and I was also administered blood thinning medication, the aim of my 8 days in the acute ward was to stabilise and improve me enough so that I could be moved to the rehabilitation ward on the 3rd floor of the Bolte Wing of St Vincent’s.
The long journey to recovery had begun.
I cannot pinpoint a moment in time where the realisation hit me of what had occurred, nor did it ever occur to me that any of the paralysis or effects of the stroke, would be permanent.
To be continued