Proud to say that my gorgeous daughter is 12 today, miss my darling so much!
I have painted the inside of my door today and would ask you to pretend to paint and look at your wrist actions, yep that aches but it WILL learn! I have soaked my arm plaster in white spirit which should help?
Have just counted and we are still at 16 flies so I presume we get busy Saturday and flies have Sunday off?
Couple of strange things that help confirm that this is my life and not just made up, because you can’t make my life up!
I now have a nurse who is staying with a friend who wants to remove my sticky plaster next week, not to see it, not because its her job but simply because she believes the doctors wrong and it will need covering!
Then we have the flies, oh yes the flies…. As recorded elsewhere when I open my door I get 4 flies enter (I have like a balcony door) seem odd that I know how many? I’m convinced its always 4 and they circle the middle of the room in non circular orbits until they collide seem to fight then return to circling.
So I added fly paper to the mix, not by choice but having discovered the flies liked the smell of fly spray! Today is day three and I had twelve flies on the paper, 4 per day and no more! But today they are on overtime as I just checked and I have 15 flies on the paper. Yes that’s right, one still flying around making 16! What force is rationing the access of flies? And why 4?
Exciting news from the plastic surgeon, you may remember he wanted new grafts and reconstruction surgery.
Well today we stripped, cleaned and ‘trimmed the edges of the failed graft’ it is extremely weird to watch somebody digging about inside your arm (as deep as the bone) and trimming your flesh like its hair but not feeling a thing!
We silver nitrated some overgrowth to burn it off and then waited for the surgeon who pronounced that it was doing well ‘see you in a month’
Me – can we transfer to Ipswich?
Him – I guess I could write a letter but we are more specialised
Me – or you could just discharge me
Him – yeah if you want a large ugly hole on your arm
Me – done, sign the papers
Him – no really you don’t want that
Me – too much to heal I’m happy with the hole and can buy long sleeves
Him – really?your nuts
Me – hell yes, been nice meeting you
One discharge not to return! For those that have seen the pics it’s a bit pinker and dryer now but is pretty similar and now with a lovely deep groove that is ideal for holding parking tickets!
Nurse visited today and changed dressings, it’s the longest gap they have had (since Sunday) and I thought leg was doing well but arm may have not been as good as its not leaked.
Leg nearly dry reckon another week and arm looking very pink so good news all round! Apparently it’s not uncommon for the jam production to slow down hence no leaks. My arm wound was 5.5 cm to start with and has now reached he lofty width of 2.5cm so I defy anyone to challenge my pink diet, I have lots of pink in the wound which I believe is a direct result of discarding all of the white marshmallows!
So once again I remind you all that I do this stuff so you don’t have to but remember if you don’t agree with your doctor follow my advice, don’t just ignore him but make something up that you prefer!
Well yesterday was much more like me, caught the 09:00 train, more on that later, back before 19:00 and finished writing work docs for 23:20!
Just getting to the depot,seeing people and trains was fantastic, made a real difference to my day and made me feel human. Pretty uneventful as journeys go although because I live in one of the poorer areas of the country I did have to avoid slam door stock, come on greater Anglia it’s time you brought some voyagers!
The world of off-peak travel is both crazy and oddly working if yesterday’s observations are anything to go by. I traveled on the 09:00 to save nearly £30 on the cost of a ticket although I thought peak used to be trains arriving in London before 9? But I can return on any train so presumably they hope the unpleasantness of the evening peak is enough to cause you to avoid? Interestingly the 09:00 is a busy old service with a lot of city workers choosing to work a later shift so finally the ambition to stretch the peak seems to be happening.
On a health note all injury sites survived the trip, lefty is not enjoying the morning having been trapped under my head last night though! The difficulty of sleeping around two casts is taking its toll on my back and I have now pulled something in my right shoulder in my efforts to compensate. As my consultant is so fond of saying though (cue concerned look at wrists) ” that, mr young is the least of your worries”
That’s me off on the train to work, its a big expedition for me as its actually the farthest I’ve been (unescorted) since July! Who would have thought the jet-setting Pikey would have been so grounded?
Sadly couldn’t bring my laptop, despite removing weight from the bag and practising yesterday, as I’ve slept odd or something and my shoulder is being most disagreeable.
Every step is a step closer to Appley beach.
Well I keep learning and last nigh was no different, I learnt that although it now feels comfortable to sleep on my arm it is not a good idea as the pain is unbearable when I wake up in the night.
I have learnt that last weeks mysterious delivery of the pma on the day after publishing was indeed some sort of beginners luck from Andrew as last weeks still has not arrived!
Hair is proving to be a bigger battle than I had hoped, I’m still unable to overcome the hair band or gather the hair but I have discovered a way around the ensuing mess! I make half an effort then I put the rest under a cap!
Having finally been driven completely insane by the 4 flies that move in every time I open a window I put up flypaper yesterday, the flies appear impervious to spray, so yes I’m afraid it’s me that you have to blame for the end of summer but only if your in the UK
Well today we beat the change the bed challenge to make an all time greatest score of 40 mins!
Unfortunately mid flow I had to stop the clock when rage kicked in, the source of the rage? Not the bedding but the hair subject to a wash yesterday. Now in the adverts the girls all love that super light hair, why? It’s garbage it gets in your eyes, your nose, your mouth and because my hands are still less than useful you can’t get the bloody stuff out.
Hair bands are coming along but after trying to scoop hair together lefty screams in pain for ten minutes, I’m banking on him learning that I have no intention of giving up! The right hand still sees the hair band as the equivalent of a mr universe contest which isn’t really a great help either.
I know nobody likes to feel ill and therefore any time is too much but another definition is when you look at a sharp edge on your cast and think ‘hmm surgical tape? Mepore? Softband?’ I’m not a nurse and I honestly I don’t want to know these titles!
The thing with being an invalid, well one of the things, is that where you used to see life you now see a series of tests. Don’t misunderstand the sentiment I meet each test with the cheery smile of a man that is meeting the tests with his head attached!
So today I washed my hair in the new magic 2 handed technique, of course only righty is actually any use as the tendons are too shrunk for lefty to meet my head with any real sense of direction. Both hands have to be bagged to protect the various dressings which means I have only the faintest clue what is happening. Mission achieved I stopped to redress my leg, always a giggle, then a good pause to get over the pain.
I’m struggling to cope with the nails that are becoming talons on the left hand, this comes of too long not being able to chew them!
Thanks to my engineering brethren for the card, I may well be calling on you for assistance with the replacement parts, or maybe not . . . .
Pain levels have been higher last couple of days but thankfully offset by a large increase in ‘man up’ and ‘stubborn’. Next appointment is Friday for plastic surgeon but I’m determined to make north park and see the team first after all they may not recognise me after plastics!
Visited the hospital yesterday and had he cast off the left sadly it was replaced but only as far as the elbow so a small victory.
Left is healing as expected which means its on target for being a fused mess eventually, the arm is a bit slow hence still cast. It was funny to watch the nurse set up like something from a horror movie with gloves, mask, goggles, mole grips and spanners to remove the pin whilst she was getting prepped I moved my wrist and the pins fell out!
Left arm has lost some feeling due to nerve damage and we spotted quite a few extra fractures which explains some bits.
Right wrist has not impressed the consultant which I find odd as its certainly impressed me. Apparently the wrist has collapsed so will now be fuse or amputate, but I made it clear I would not attend either appointment.
The lovely hand therapy team tell me that they think I should be in stanmore , the London centre of excellence as my injuries are too severe for local consultants but I can’t see me doing that until the hand stops improving, as always my mantra is heal and then improve!
Am genuinely taken aback that righty is not improving as I thought but is heading to the scrapyard, I am sure I just need to persevere harder though.
Apparently there is a quarterly ‘difficult case’ review for Suffolk which meets next week, ‘I’m on that list aren’t I?’
“Mr Young your number one”
So my consultant tells me he will be looking for ‘crazy ideas’ at the review, I asked for an invite as I have loads of crazy ideas…….