Reflections from the front line: Awakening to the new dawn

When MS, COVID-19, and UTIs meet, the encounter is anything but pleasant

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by John Connor |

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COVID-19 had finally left me. Its only trace was a pair of slimy hands. For a month, I requested a towel in bed to wipe them dry.

My wife, Jane, told me my hands were fine; my phone’s screen, however, didn’t agree. As my companion in the hospital was now my phone, I took its side. I, of course, never told Jane that. But it’s perfectly safe to reveal it here, as Jane rarely reads my column.

I remember very little, if any, of last December. The delirium that my intense case of urinary tract infection — which landed me in the hospital in the first place — conferred upon me was then heightened by COVID-19. Days passed in a haze of orderlies placing food in front of me and nurses dealing with the output from the other end.

There was an upside: I could happily watch films again and again. So there really was the endless entertainment promised by the streaming services — you just had to be put through the medical ringer first.

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My brain was now aware enough to realize that it was no longer working properly. And only the top left quarter of my body still functioned. I referred to myself as “triplegic.”

The first doctor’s round that I remember was not a good one. I asked the somewhat fateful question, “Will I stay like this?” To which the only sensible reply was, “Illness can affect your multiple sclerosis, so yes.”

I put up a spirited argument to counter this statement. But then, as my brain continued to improve, by the following week I was deeply apologetic for my attitude. Of course my MS may well have been seriously affected.

Lying in bed now seemed the only thing I could do. It was the easiest of skills — and one I easily mastered.

Despair didn’t engulf me. I just didn’t have the energy to sustain it. What I really wanted was a shower. A stink was now emanating from me that no amount of bed baths could eliminate. The only way I was allowed to have one is if the physiotherapist approved it, and then they would also have to supervise it.

After eight weeks, I finally got one. My wish was granted. Was I wobbly? Yes, but ensconced in a shower chair, I was perfectly safe. Ah, the sheer exuberance of it. Amazing!

Then, suddenly, it all went gangbusters. I had to dry and pack. Obviously, I was in no condition to do it myself, so a nurse kindly helped. Within hours, I was picked up by an ambulance and was on my way to the rehab clinic that I’d been waiting for.

The days of my bed-blocking — which in the U.K. refers to when you’re in a hospital bed that you no longer need for clinical purposes, but you can’t leave until other safe facilities are available — were over. It was humorous that I finally got a shower on the day I was whisked off to someplace where I could have one every morning.


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Broughton avatar


You have been very sick. I am so sorry. Glad to hear you are on the mend. Now the hard part. I hope you will recover your abilities in rehab. My thoughts and best wishes are with you.

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Wendy Roe Hovey

MS hasn't taken away your irreverence. So there, damned disease!


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