After the disappointment of Tuesday I was so excited that I was going home Wednesday. I was confident that the chest X-ray would come back positive, the SHO (Senior House Officer) had done the discharge letter and got my medication sorted, so I would get home that morning. I decided to stay in my PJ’s […]
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A psychiatric assessment
Having been to the Liver Clinic on the Thursday (5th September) I was hoping to see the Consultant, to give him some information from that appointment. After them saying how they would help me and if I wanted to talk to anyone I could, no one came to see me Friday morning. I managed to […]
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Made to feel at fault
Just as I was eating my supper yesterday the two Consultants I have had, a sister and the SHO came round to chat with me. As I was half way through munching my banana they said they would see someone else and come back. I thought they were probably going to have a chat about […]
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The plans keep changing
Day after day the routine remains the same. I’m bored, especially when they don’t have the i newspaper on the trolley for me to read in the mornings. Worst thing is, although I’ve brought in my Sketchbook Project to get cracking on I don’t have the motivation to start it. Bored but not motivated to […]
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A big update
Wow, has it really been that long since I last did a blog post? Either I’m slacking, there has been nothing much happen or I’ve been busy. I think it’s a bit of everything really, let me do a bit of catching up and tell you what’s been happening. The Job Centre are helping me […]
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Good and bad surprises
The 13th, unlucky for some as they say but I’ve had both a bit of good and bad luck today. Lets start of with the bad news and get it out of the way. On Monday I noticed a mark dark red/purple mark appear on the scar from the surgery where I had the infection […]
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Me and my Nan
I didn’t know whether to write this post, as it is not about being an amputee. The blog is about my life, and the people in it, as an amputee so I decided I would go ahead. My Nan passed away at 96 years old, people will inevitably say ‘she’s had a good innings’, ‘she […]
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I feel broken
I’ve been really apprehensive about today as it was off to Addenbrooke’s Hospital to see my Rehab Consultant. After a bit of scouting we found a Disabled Parking space and there was the small miracle of me going in on time. I was in the Consultation Room on my own for a while thinking about […]
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September 14, 2013 