Tag Archives: Brace

Back on track

Wednesday 6th November First thing in the morning I got a text from my Dad to say he had sent me an email with two pictures of the wheelchairs next to the bed. Later when the OT (Occupational Therapist) came round we covered two things, firstly I showed her the photos and she was happy […]

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Need a new bed to get home!

Friday 1st November From the Physio and the incident with the leg I was in a lot of pain and taking my break though medication at every time I was allowed to have it. This of course wiped me out and I slept my way through most of the day. The only time I got […]

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Becoming more mobile

Thursday 31st October Orthopaedic team came round and told me I could bend the knee as much as comfortable if that made it easier to get home, which it would. This was only if it was for a short time i.e. to get into a room where a straight leg wouldn’t allow, the leg should […]

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Happy Monday!

Last Monday the Infection Team were on the ball and by my bed nice and early. I was advised that with the data from the blood test taken the day before new tactics should be put in place. One of the intravenous antibiotics I was taking needed to be increased and a new antibiotic was […]

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More Information and equipment testing

Last Friday was another busy day but having had a much better nights sleep, due to the PCA (Patient Controlled Analgesia), I was able to tackle the onslaught of people, information and equipment with ease. The first set of intelligence came from the Infection Team who were first through the door. Although they were armed […]

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Shocking treatment by the DWP

As regular readers will know I have had an exceptionally worrying time over the complete cluster by the DWP (Department of Work and Pensions). I have not been paid anything since I came off JSA (Job Seekers Allowance) in July, even though I applied for ESA (Employment and Support Allowance) and sent in a doctors […]

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