He's out!!

After 10 weeks in hospital with complication after complication he is at last free and recovering at home.

My dad has been stuck in hospital for 10 weeks now after being admitted with a perforated bowel and requiring emergency surgery not once but twice. He got the good news from his surgeon that he could go home to recover before being readmitted in 3 months time for the final operation to rejoin the bowel.

He has had a rough ride of things - his GP had originally given him painkillers - huh - having the initial surgery and the tense wait to see if cancer was the culprit (thankfully not), having to go to theatre again as the first op hadn't worked properly, spending a tense few days in intensive care on a ventillator as his heart rate was 174 and he couldn't breathe, catching some sort of infection that meant he was sent to high dependency and finally catching MRSA and being put in isolation! PHEW!!

I can't praise the surgeons, consultants, doctors and nurses enough! They have made him as comfortable as possible and looked after him ; guiding him through all the worries and upset and they looked after my mum so well too. A massive thanks from me. I need to thanks in particular the staff of Ward 1 in Perth Royal Infirmary, the staff of the High Dependency Unit and the Intensive Care Staff ... I send huge hugs and kisses :o)

Cheering Up

I decided after a few weeks of worry I was gonna cheer myself up. Well the post that fell through the letterbox kinda put that thought on hold - the dreaded letter from my GP's surgery.

After reading the contents (NO I am not waiting for the all clear from the STD clinic)I burst out laughing and wondered if the doc knew what he was letting himself in for!!

The letter wants me to go to the surgery for a medical checkup. Now I am not a regular at the docs - you know the kind, using the waiting room as their social event of the week - I hate the place.



I am the kinda guy who will not go to the docs unless I am actually dying .... and even then I hate going. I don't like all the poking and proding (ooer missus) and the last time I was there with a STOMACH complaint ... he asked me to drop my trousers!!!!!! Not sure I trust a guy who thinks my stomach is below my waist line - although on the plus side ... if he didn't know I was ticklish . he does now :o)

Anyway ... he is asking all about my family medical issues ... oh how I rolled on the floor laughing - I made a list hee hee ... I hope he is ready and willing to clear his appointments to check all 24 items that have made it onto my list ... my dad has a lot to answer for ...

BUT ... who knows .. I may be willing to drop my trousers and boxys if there is a lovely looking doc replacing my old and wrinkly .... I'll keep you posted :o)