So, here we are again, on the Eve of yet more surgery. I’ve been in the Nuffield Orthopaedic Centre, Oxford for four days now. It feels like a strange place because it’s an NHS (National Health Service) Hospital yet feels more like a private one in many ways. I have to question the common sense […]
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From one Hospital to another
October 5, 2013 
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Thursday evening I was shuffling along the bed to try and transfer onto my wheelchair, so I could go to the toilet. I’ve been using a commode most of the time but every now and then preferred to use the toilet. I got my leg laying along the edged of the bed when all of […]
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Discharge me? Part 2
October 2, 2013 0 Comments
I may be down but I’m not fully out, even if I do feel like giving up right now, so when I got back on the Ward I started to put my counterattack in to operation. When I saw the Nurse in charge of our bay I asked her if I could see a Physio […]
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Discharge me? Part 1
October 2, 2013 0 Comments
After the lack of sleep and maxing out on my Oramorph, Sunday was quite literally a day of rest. The pain was far more tolerable and to be honest I kept dozing off trying to write a blog post, which never got written. My Dad brought me in a letter to read, I’d have had […]
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Been to hell and back
October 1, 2013 0 Comments
The plan for the weekend had been set on Friday and I was resigned to the fact that I would be here at least Till Monday. Saturday should have been a quiet relaxing day but it turned out to be anything but that. It all started to go tits up when a young oriental guy, […]
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The inevitable happened
September 29, 2013 1 Comment
Over the last few days the abscess had slowly grown bigger and bigger. I knew it would open, just didn’t know when. When my muscles contracted to get out of bed Friday morning it proved too much for the skin, a small hole appeared and it started to weep. I managed to get to the […]
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Whaaat!
September 25, 2013 0 Comments
I phoned the Doctors Surgery just before lunch, to speak to the receptionist I spoke to yesterday about getting everything finalised for Oxford on Thursday. The person who answered the phone couldn’t find the lady I needed to speak to so I left my details and she would phone me back. In the afternoon the […]
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Hospital averted, for now!
September 24, 2013 0 Comments
After the visit to Oxford I knew the infection in my knee was not cured and it would raise its ugly head once more. From how it looked when I left Hospital last time and only having a localised hot spot last Thursday, I thought I would make it to my Guided Knee Aspiration appointment […]
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The Amputee 