After 3 weeks in traction, taken off on the 8th of January, I have been hobbling around on a roller frame, hopping on my right foot. I was given some X rays on Thursday but the results came rather late on the Friday. The good news is that the plaster cast on my right wrist can come off either Saturday or Monday, and my left shoulder is getting better. The bad news is that I may need another operation because a sliver of hip bone has moved by a centimetre, and needs to be shoved back. If it moves no further, I might not need an op. The thought of an extra two weeks here is annoying but at least most of the nurses are friendly and chatty.
The trouble is, in hospital, every day seems the same, as the nurses tend to say the same things to the other patients in the ward, especially the old ladies who need to be fed and changed. It can be a bit like Groundhog Day. But I have a good book, so if I have to be on a few days of bed rest again, at least I can be saved from going insane. Also we have TV units which have integral phones and (very occasional) internet access.
I might write an article, some day when I can laugh about all of this, about hospitals and how to cope with the sameness of everything, also how to cope with various levels of pain. At the moment all of that seems a bit depressing to bother to write about really, and I must admit I hop to a different channel whenever ER comes on the TV.
Well that is the latest on my hospital stay... let's hope that if there has to be an extra two weeks, that it will not seem like forever...
[reporting from the cyber cafe at Saint George's hospital, London, England].