Looks like I’m gonna be spending a bit of time on here over the next week…

Looks nice that.

Is that a chip counter in your hand or your insulin pen?

* Will fit catheters for cake*

Well, just been woken up and given 2 minutes to pack my stuff by a seemingly both disinterested and irritated nurse and been shipped off to another ward with no explanation why. I’m talking throwing all my stuff (clothes, meds, laptop etc into whatever bag/pocket/my lap on a wheel chair was to hand, as fast as possible. Have now arrived at said ward, having been crashed into doors etc by mardy arse nurse, who then tutted at me, as if it was my fault for crashing! Hilariously, I’m perfectly capable of walking, she just never asked… Been plonked on a bed in the new ward and left here.

Never a dull moment eh 🙄

Lasagne? Are you sure?
Couldn’t see the accompanying glass of chianti…….
Don’t forget to post on the EDL thread.

330am update, I swear I’m going to smother the bloke next to me soon. He’s talking to himself, but none of it is legible, aside from regular Fs and Cs, interspersed with what I can only describe as growling.

i am playing online chess……. 😆

Hell is other people

Look on the bright side, at least the blister wasn’t on your cock….gangrenous penises have been known to result in penectomies. 😈

STW early morning crew checking in.

Morning!

Ear plugs.

Some mashed carrot in an emergency, but there can be side effects:
I felt a little Swedish last time I tried it.

sorry for the lack of updates, truth is nothing’s really happened, and the food I’ve been having is the same, as that’s all I fancy off the menu…

The only real change is my neighbour, Bob. An octogenarian, seemingly riddled with dementia who, having been here for months, is due to have a leg (I forget which) amputated below the knee tomorrow morning.

Normally I would feel sorry for someone in his situation, and I still kind of do, but…

Bob likes to talk. A lot. To himself. From about 9pm to 7am. Usually he is replaying chats I assume he has had over the years as it’s half a conversation, the other half being in head/memories.
Bob is extremely foul mouthed, though I assume that’s the dementia.
Said dementia also means Bob forgets to go to the loo occasionally.
Bob is not a man who likes to be burdened by the shackles of PJ bottoms, instead preferring the freedoms of NHS spec, tracing paper thin, undercrackers. MrsTHtobe was less than thrilled by this sight.
While I caught up on last nights missed sleep (cheers Bob), Bob decided to sit in the chair next to me, atop my jacket. It’s a shame I’ll now have to burn that jacket.

How much is private medical insurance again?

On a lighter note, I still have the same number of toes I did a week ago, and might be coming out tomorrow, all being well.

I’m pleased to hear your toe is improving.
Otherwise, I can see an opportunity for a transplant . . . 😉

He’s talking to himself, but none of it is legible

When I broke my hip the old boy next to me spent the entire night shouting ‘No girls! Get off! Leave me alone!” at irregular intervals.

He spent the whole day regaling no one in particular with stories from his life eg:

I was following a removals van along the road in my convertible when all of a sudden it stopped and the back door folded down.

Then a lion jumped out of the back and ate me!

I assumed it was the morphine but it could have just been how he was.

Bloke a few down refused to eat anything but ham sandwiches. Every time he was given one to eat he stuffed it in so quickly he inevitably choked and was sick. I think he was basically starving as he never managed to get a meal down. But no one ever took the time to cut the sandwiches up into bite size bits and gave them to him one at a time, they just handed him a whole plate and left him to get on with eating. Was really sad, tbh.

The bloke in the bed opposite was lovely, we had conversations across the ward about our injuries and the cause (him tripping over a rug and breaking his shoulder, me falling off an mtb) he came over when he was discharged and said in a conspiratorial tone:

I always wished I could have a mountain bike but my eyesight’s not good enough. I always look at them in shop windows when I walk past though.

And I felt so lucky that I could ride one and would again.

Just overheard a nurse on the phone…

‘Hiya, just wondering if you have capacity for a transfer for a Ronald Pickering?’

Could it be that I’m sharing a ward with a celebrity??

Good news and bad news.

Good news. I still have 10 toes.

Bad news. The ‘5 days’ they told me I’d be in from Tuesday, which keen students of the days of the week will tell you should mean I was out yesterday, but i understood I might not be discharged on a Sunday evening, fair enough.

So the consultant comes round this morning, takes one look at my (dressed) toe and says ‘right, keep up with the antibiotics and elevation, and see him tomorrow’ before walking off. It’s been dressed fully since Friday morning, and the consultants have looked at that dressing every day since. All docs have X-ray vision right?

Checking with the nurse later, apparently the doc wants to get all the docs, consultants, podiatrists, hangers on, well wishers, Bono and Ronnie Pickering together to look at it, all at once, before making a call on what to do. Sadly they are all a bit busy this morning, so it’s another day in Bobs company for me.

****ing marvellous.

the doc wants to get all the docs, consultants, podiatrists, hangers on, well wishers, Bono and Ronnie Pickering together to look at it, all at once,

You’ll need a bigger room for that.

Perhaps an Auditoerium.

Auditoerium

*applauds*

I’m disappointed… No picture of breakfast?

Nah, haven’t had any. I don’t normally, and the appeal of cold soggy toast isn’t exactly overwhelming.

Got something to help with my sanity too, thanks to MrsTHtobe

TOE Fighter?

Obi Wan Kentoebi?

Anyway, more time to play ‘This little piggy had his head smashed in by the SPG’ and eat stew.

Toetally unnecessary jokes here boys, he hasn’t worn shoes in a week. It might become a hobbit.

“Never mock a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes”

Wise words.

It’s much safer to rip the piss out of someone if you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.

Anyone local fancy popping in and nicking his shoes?

This could be fun.
Any CAT burglars or petty lacenists out there?

Anyone local fancy popping in and nicking his shoes?

😆 Bob did that yesterday! It was only cos the bloke across saw and told me that I knew and retrieved them from his bag!

He nicked both of them too! A man who was shortly to only have one foot stole both my shoes!

As long as he’s hoappy.
🙂

Have you ordered some SPD sandals yet?

And a nice new Surly Pack Rat to go with them?

Well, just had a looksee at my tootsie, (that made me smile more than it should have, but imma use it when the doc comes tomorrow…) and it’s looking several orders of magnitude better than when I came in, so as long as it fits in with the docs busy schedule, I reckon I’ll be home tomorrow. Assuming bob doesn’t pilfer my shoes…

Well shit.

Toe still attached. Healing well.

Doc wants to keep me in for 2-3 weeks as he reckons the only reason it has healed is cos I’ve been in hospital. Ie off my feet, and perfect diabetes control. Thinks I won’t have that if I go home due to work/life.

I’ve said I’ll WFH or have the time off if work aren’t happy with that (unpaid, as I’ve had 3 previous (single day) instances of sick in the last year, despite having only one in the preceding 8 years…) and be in regular contact with my usual diabetes nurses/doctors.

Negotiations to secure my freedom are ongoing… but looks like I’ll be in another night at least at this point.

oooff. bad luck.
I missed the diabetes bit too.

Other than having to be in hospital, is there any difference between IV and oral Flucloxacillin? They are saying I NEED to have it IV…

You toetally need to have the IV.

Im guessing its because your toe is not connected to your digestive system. Whereas it is connected to your vascular system.

They prescribed it orally the week before I came in…

2-3 weeks!!!? good god no.

I’m also wondering why I have to be in York. The doctor who has informed me of the above is the same chap I saw in Harrogate, and sent me to York… why can’t I be there as I’m not having any specialist treatment, just feet up and IV antibiotics. Or Leeds… or home…

Pic of current state

Wound is dry now, and a fair bit smaller, only needing to be dressed every 3 days. For which I need to be in York hospital, over all others, for up to 3 weeks. 😐

Least it’ll be sorted in time for chrimbo.

Just try not to stub your toe, as I reckon it’ll sting a bit.

Has the doc explained or attempted to justify your prolonged stay in York?
The upside is…..you can post more food photos.

If you can manage financially, I’d be inclined to listen to the docs and stay put.

3 weeks is a pain, but in the grand scheme of things it’s much better than months of trouble if you go home and something happens.