For those that do not now, the photo is of my bed in the local hospital where I spent the last week. For those that got the message online somehow, I am back from my stay at the hospital at home and trying to get back to the old routine.
These things always happen when you least expect them to happen. As I left the shower in the morning one foot did not connect with the other but the hard wooden floor connected with my hip bone which got a crack down the middle. The surgeon said I was lucky as it was a clean crack. I did not really appreciate the comment. Anyhow delivered to the hospital on Sunday morning and Sunday evening operated from 9.00 pm until about 11.30 pm. At my own request I did not want to knock out aneasthetic but the injection in the back that lames you. That was quite good as I got all the action. It was when they began to use a drill on my knee that it got a bit noisy. I have bits and pieces of metal in my thigh and two parallel pins in my knee – yes, I have become the bionic woman.
The first two days were not very pleasant as my digestive system refused to accept the wonderful hospital food, but on the third day I was ready to go, although not very fast. I got some physio therapy in the hospital from two young ladies and managed a few short walks with a zimmerframe. Eventually their boss turned up and asked why I was laying in bed most of the day. She was one of these energetic Amazon type women. I told her that when you bring up 4 kids, cook, do laundry and clean all you married life (almost 50 years) you tend to make the most of the times when you can relax and not have to do anything. This was apparently wrong, as I should now work to be fit again. There is never peace for the wicked, so they say. I more or less got bed ban and so I began to sit in a chair, although that hospital bed was so comfortable.
And now back home facing the hard realities of daily blogging and photography. I am not sure how regularly I will be calling in at the moment, as there will be a few things to deal with, but it is now the week-end. Although the housework is now down to a minimum so I have more time to blog.
Those of your that got the message, I would like to thank for your comments and sympathy, but weeds do not die, they spread and take over, so I still have a good chance. I have so much to catch up on at the moment, so please forgive me if I am a bit slow acknowledging all your kind comments. At least I now have something completely different to write about, and some of those doctors in the hospital really are Brad Pitt Lookalikes: shame they have to wear masks when they are operating.
And now to move on there are things to do, like taking a shower and speeding around with my mobile carriage on wheels.
See you later, keep well and be careful where you tread. Danger hovers in every corner, on every floor and make sure that your feet remain attached to your body. 🙂
Before I forget, a view from my hospital window, through their dirty windows. They are building a new wing to the hospital opposite, hence the crane.