Hiatus Days Five and Six - Journal and Texts

Texts 30/03/2025

13.02 to Mrs Eft – I’ve had a shower and hair wash and feel a lot better for it.  Ferretfingers is fed up and wants to go home.  There’s a multidisciplinary meeting tomorrow so we’ll learn more then.  How u and Bert?

13.08 Mrs Eft – Bert back to being a pain in the arse, but only picks at his food, so mixed signals.  I’m not surprised Ferretfingers is fed up.  I bet you are too.

Sunday 30 March 2025 21.30 - RVI

Mothering Sunday chocolate and card from Thunderthighs.   

He and his father visited for an hour until Fester said 

“Can we go now?”   

We have no conversation.   

Fester did sort the central heating but refuses to put the boiler clock forward.

Every visit I let Thunderthighs know what clean stuff I need (leggings, knickers, blouse).  He brings them and I swap that bag for the mucky bag of same.  

He’s doing the laundry and hanging things out on the line which is progress.

Writing lying on my back so a bit spidery

 

Monday 31 March 2025 10.00 RVI

The Senior Nurse has been around and looked at the reservoir, which is only half full.  She tells me the consultant will be around a 1.30(ish) to look at the wound, have it re-dressed with/without the vac-dressing, and decide whether we can go home.   

The canula in Ferretfingers hand has been taken out, which is a good sign, but the anti-coagulant jabs mean that it’s bleeding a bit.   

Have phoned home and texted everybody who needs to know.

Lord I am tired.

Texts 31/03/2025

10.00 to Dr E, Mrs Eft and others – He’s been to the loo.  Accompanied by a physio.  It’s amazing what a decade of the Rosary will do!.

10.25 Dr E – Wait for the thunderbolt.

14.00

A nurse has just been in and removed the dressing prior to the ward round.    

I made the mistake of looking.   

Huge deep scarlet crimson gash.  

It’s covered temporarily with a plaster.  

I’m close to tears.  

And it’s seeping.   

Oh Lord help us.  

Of course it’s seeping, he’s on anticoagulants to stop him getting a deep vein thrombosis.   

Also wearing a stocking on his good leg.  

I’m trying to write out my stress but it’s so hard.  

Oh God I wish the consultants would get here.

15.15

Two nurses came in, cleaned the wound, replaced the vac-dressing and bandaged the leg again.   

No going home today.   

Then of course I had to phone home.   

“Is there anything you need?” 

“I need a cuddle.”  

 Then on to pyjamas for Ferretfingers.   

My head hurts. 

Phoned Middlesister, she was out so phoned her mobile.  She was on the bus so at least she’s been forewarned about the message on her answering machine.

Texts 31/03/2025

15.08 To Many – False hope.  We’re here for another night at least. Wound very bloody.

15.26 Miss Doozer – Bollocks.  Is there anything that Thunderthighs hasn’t brought that you need.

15.39 to Miss Doozer – Poor lad’s even brought in Tenaladies

15.42 Miss Doozer - Quite right.  Well adapted gentlemen should not be scared off by feminine necessities.

15.44 to Miss Doozer - @ least I’ve done something right.

15.49 Miss Doozer - You’ve done a sterling job of work with those lads, and fighting an incoming tide too.  I hope Himself has plans to take over from you when Ferretfingers is back home, to give you a rest.

16.02 Dr E – Poor you.  Sending cuddles ++++

16.06 Mrs Eft – Oh, what bad news!  I’m available for taxi duty, if required.  I suppose Ferretfingers is as fed up as you.  Chin up. Xx

17.45 to Middlesister – Tinzaparin anticoagulant.  Fluoxicillin 500mgx4 this teatime.  It has been 2 four times a day up to now.  Nurse if off to pharmacy for ‘one they haven’t got on the ward.”  Also started today Rimfomicin (?spelling) 300.

18.14 Middlesister – Good, must have had a swab sensitivity back/discussed with pharmacy.  Thankyou xx

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