Sunday, 29 June 2025. Weekend so the physios weren't taking me off doing any exercises to help me get walking again. However instead of the sack truck I was given a Zimmer frame and used that to get into my chair and onto loo or bed as required. I also used it to walk from my bed all the way to the loo and back, an achievement of which I was ridiculously proud...
Yesterday's garden party went well. We could have been back in the 1920s for a while seated on a bit of lawn - a test for my bedside chair's small wheels - under a large table umbrella with cups of tea and scones with butter and jam. Sadly no clotted cream!
Then a singer trotted out to backing tracks - lots of 60s songs that we used to play. The weather held off and it was all very pleasant. Some visitor brought a couple of friendly dogs in. They were up for being petted as much as we were up for giving them attention. It does your mental health a pile of good.
Then last night the new bloke on our ward woke us all up at midnight watching Beavis and Butthead at full volume on his phone... I mean... do some people have no brains at all or is it just that they couldn't care less about anything other than me, me, me... This of course set off the chap with the runaway mouth who never stops talking, even to listen to nurses trying to help him. It's much worse when he's complaining that he hasn't had a laxative even though he's been to the loo, when they are dealing with something far more important with another patient.
My legs are now being redressed daily but in turn so that each leg gets done once every two days. Pleased to report the large wound just behind my toes has shrunk or closed up considerably.
Monday 30 June 2025 and the start of week 8 in hospital. Light at the end of the tunnel though as I continue to improve both in terms of the ulcers and wounds are healing and in terms of my use of the walking frame - Zimmer - and the distance I can get with it.
Days here are long and repetitive and it makes you tired and dozy. I find myself Jenkins upright from the very edge of sleep - Jenkins? Jerking! - many times. It was also very hot. No physios in on Sunday but they are back this morning and have moved that tunnel opening a bit closer. More tomorrow, I don't want to get too far ahead of myself!
Tuesday 1 July 2025. I have moved again. I now have a room to myself, no one else wittering or watching noisy videos in the middle of the night.
Apparently the previous occupant stayed in his room all the time with no company and no interaction with other people. As for me, I spend most if not all of my waking hours in the Day Room so will still see my little group of friends and be able to help my friend with Parkinsons.
My legs continue to show improvement. There looked to be a huge blister on my heel yesterday but when the nurse looked it was a lump of dry skin that fell off, leaving healthy pink skin underneath. Probably the remains of a blister...
One of the physios came to talk to me over breakfast to ask what I thought I needed before going home. I still need to build up strength in my legs and have a go at coping with stairs. We would have a job to fit a bed downstairs I think.
So more light at the end of the tunnel. I wonder though, with so much difference between the style of treatment here in hospital to how the District Nurses work - would the improvement of the past few weeks continue or not? Time and eventual discharge home will tell.
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