Hi all,
Well...... here I am...... post surgery......and with a bit of a tale to tell......
As some of you may know, I opted for the NHS route - Wythenshawe Hospital in Manchester. Its not the classiest hospital! But I had faith in my surgeon and was grateful not to be paying.
Surgery went ahead as planned last Saturday. It was great as the hospital was quiet - the surgeon even said to me "I love Saturdays as I have hardly any patients and can concentrate on the surgeries I do have".... this was great and so I breathed into the mask and fell asleep.....
Waking up, I was groggy - but had no drains - no bleeding and hardly any soreness.... I was home the same day wrapped in bandages and my compression vest feeling very happy.....even through the bandages, the contours of my chest felt fantastic
This is where the story takes a turn. Picture the following day, my Mum has left me for the afternoon (I am staying at hers to recoup)....and am becoming increasingly bored with telly and all my friends being at work. I decide to write my note to you guys which involves gong upstairs into the loft to use the PC. Now, we have loft ladders at home which I have been climbing for over 20 years, I think nothing of it...
On this particular occasion, my head pokes through the gap to the loft as I reach the last couple of steps...but then.... THE STAIRS BUCKLE AND BREAK BENEATH ME AND I FALL 12-15FT TO THE GROUND.
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Feel free to curse me for being a stupid idiot - it was ridiculous to even attempt to climb loft ladders one day after surgery - but the morphine and tablets had hold of me!! I think I must have still been a little delirious.
Anyways, the long and short of it is that I have broken my foot.... in 3 places!!! My chest is unscathed and I have been VERY lucky not to do any damage....
I have just been to the hospital to have my bandages taken off my chest and seriously, I could not have dreamed of a better result... I am typing to you with a slim v neck t shirt on and my body looks great, I can't believe it... there's still some bruising, but hopefully I should be able to post my pics in the next fortnight.
The motto of this story is REST UP AFTER SURGERY... it can be very frustrating and boring, but believe me, a broken foot is not worth the agro!!!
Signing out - a Mummified - yet VERY happy - NEWMAN!!!