After what felt like an eternity of talking to what seemed like a brick wall, I suddenly made a breakthrough. I’d been telling both the Orthopaedic and Infection Teams that I was in a lot of pain, I’d had some puss discharge from the original abscess hole, been going backwards with how much I could […]
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The busiest day
Tuesday 14th January Apart from the day of my surgery this was by far the busiest day I’d had since I’ve been in this time. It started off with the long awaited PICC (Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter) Line, that to be honest couldn’t come quick enough, which meant the cannula could go at last. I […]
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Two stage surgery
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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Been to hell and back
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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Happy Birthday to me
Thursday night saw me get very little in the way of sleep and as the clock struck midnight I became another year older, Happy Birthday to me. It didn’t get off to a great start, 04:30 and I was in a lot of pain so I rung for some Oramorph (thankfully they had switched the […]
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