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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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Whaaat!

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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A rare trip out

Don’t get excited people, it wasn’t the trip of a lifetime just a couple of hours out. First thing in the morning OC2 (my Orthopaedic Consultant this time in Hospital) came round to see me and asked if I had thought about the pervious days chat, I said that I had. He told me that […]

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Will they or wont they?

The question that was going around in my head all morning, will they or won’t they let me home today. I suppose I had better back fill this a little as it’s been few days since I’ve written anything. After the drain came out Monday evening I had a pretty restless night, which was hardly […]

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Goodies from the Hospital

I was excited about this morning, not about getting up at 06:00 but going for my casting. Nothing I haven’t done before but this was for my first long term socket, which will hopefully make life easier and resolve some, if not all, my issues. Lynne (my Prosthetist) brought in the liner I will be […]

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Scan Day

Wednesday happened to be one of those little unwanted records, this time three different Hospitals in three days. At least I was only the visitor of one of these trips, which doesn’t make it so bad. The other difference with this visit was I was still ultra confident of the outcome. We got there dead […]

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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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A clot or not a clot? That is the question

On Monday I phoned the Doctors Surgery to book and appointment with my GP (she only works Wednesday and Friday), I was told there were no pre bookable appointments and to phone on Wednesday morning. The reason for the call is that my foot and ankle have been swollen for about two weeks I think, […]

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