Life After Guillain-Barre Syndrome ….. Spelling the Hind Legs Off a Donkey!

I’ve seen on various forums people asking advise on how to help patients in Intensive care who are paralysed by Guillain-Barre Syndrome. It’s a valid question and I know that my family and friends also questioned this.

My first month in ICU is a blur. I only remember snippets of things and of course my hallucinations! My parents sat with me day after day without fail. A lot of this time I was sleeping, but I always knew that whenever I opened my eyes they were there for me smiling, holding my hand and checking if I needed anything. Their presence was so reassuring and that in itself is what I needed most, just knowing that the ones I loved were there for me.

The physiotherapists in ICU showed my Mum how to exercise my arms, so every single day she exercised my fingers, arms and hands between therapy sessions. The medical team were really impressed at how quickly my movement came back in my hands and arms, and that was all thanks to my Mum’s hard work and dedication, and I shall be eternally grateful to her.

I couldn’t speak at all in ICU due to being ventilated and could only make a clicking sound on the roof of my mouth. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a chatterbox and can normally talk the hind legs off a donkey! Therefore, being unable to express the thoughts that were in my head was torture, especially as I was so scared and had hundreds of questions I wanted to ask. One of the ICU nurses kindly laminated the alphabet for me, with columns of letters on. People would hold the board in front of me, and point down the columns until I indicated with a slight nod of my head that they were in the correct row. They would then go along that particular row until I found the letter I wanted. Between us I could painstakingly spell out what I needed to say letter by letter. My friends and family that used to do this with me showed great patience and I never felt rushed. This meant the world to me as it meant I could communicate. At one point I spelt out “Am I dying” to which my mum told me I’d better not, bless her heart.

Although I was completely paralysed I could feel people holding my hands. This in itself was great comfort. Although I hated being stroked. Why is it that people like to stroke the hands, arms and hair of sick people?! I hated it, but often it was too much effort to communicate it so I just put up with it!

I loved listening to my visitor’s stories. It was great hearing what had being going on in their lives, even the bad stuff. People would often say that they didn’t want to burden me with their problems, as they seemed insignificant compared to what I was going through, but I wanted to hear about everything. Their arguments with their partner, the dog eating the child’s homework, the car failing it’s MOT. The mundane stuff gave me a sense of normality and made me feel human and “normal” again. Some people even managed to make me laugh during those darkest days which was incredible. Just chatting to me about silly things and telling me jokes, or perhaps eyeing up the dishy doctors!

Being punctual is also really important when visiting someone in ICU. When you are laying there, trapped in your own body, a visitor’s arrival is all you have to focus on (I didn’t even have meals to look forward to as I didn’t eat or drink anything for 10 long weeks) So if someone says they’ll arrive at 5pm and they arrive at 5.30pm, that half an hour can feel like a lifetime. Unable to text or call them, you just have to wait and wait for what seems like hours. However, the minute you hear that buzzer go and you know they’ve arrived, it is the best feeling in the world!

So my best advise to anyone visiting someone with GBS in ICU, is realise that just you being there is all they need. It will be a long journey so be patient with the patient!

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2 thoughts on “Life After Guillain-Barre Syndrome ….. Spelling the Hind Legs Off a Donkey!

  1. This is so true! Loved reading this. I agree about people rubbing your hands, arm, feet, and head. It was the most awful feeling. Which is so odd to think about because it was what I would have done had the situation been reversed but felt horrible.

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  2. Have just found your blog and can so relate to your first month in IUC with blurred snippets and hallucinations and unable to close my eyes. I was in Southampton General in June 09 for 3 months and and Western Rehab for another 3. I am so sorry that you are in a wheelchair. I am able to walk though use a wheelchair for outings though I have problems eating after being peg fed for 5 months. I hope you are still ‘getting betterslowly’

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