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Infection confirmed

19th December There were loads of cock ups regarding my last appointment at the Nuffield Orthopaedic Centre, Oxford. From Patient Transport times and communication, appointments and what they were for to where in the building they would take place. I was over an hour and a half late for my appointment time because of the […]

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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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Operation Number 19

On Wednesday evening I was admitted to Juniper Ward, my bed space was next to the nice big bay window, with a stunning view of a building wall and some windows. I unpacked, made my bed (which I always like to do myself) and settled down to do yesterday’s blog post. The evening went reasonably […]

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Free at last

Monday 4th March The lady from the plastic team came round quite early and said the drain could come out, from their point of view they were happy for me to go home. Before the drain and catheter came out I asked if it was possible to experiment the process of going to the toilet. […]

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Surgery Eve

I’ve not done any blog posts for ages as I ‘ve mainly been at home doing bits and bobs, playing on the Xbox etc. trying to take my mind of things while in pain.  The only trips out have been to cadets a couple of times and the Dr’s surgery for appointments. Today is the […]

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Third time lucky

Yesterday was a long, long day with as much crossed as possible that I managed to make it to Theatre. The Consultant came round early to see me and although he had previously told me he would try and get me in in the morning, you could tell that may be unrealistic. I told him […]

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Operation No.2

Yesterday morning I was totally hanging after a horrendous night with two of the ladies in the bay feeding off of one another. I know we all have different levels of pain tolerance, I appreciate how confused and scared people with dementia can be and they sleep most of the day so awake at night […]

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It’s like Russian Roulette

I seemed to have been waiting for yesterday to arrive for ages, in the morning I was off to see the Plastic Surgeon for the first time. 45 minutes late the registrar eventually came in to see me, he was a really nice guy so all is forgiven. It started off same old, same old, […]

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