Home!

It all worked out well in the end, despite going almost two days without seeing Robyn.

Wednesday I had my scan while Robyn was sorting out paperwork at home, then on Thursday while she was at a funeral I had the pipe pulled out of my kidney. The first operation hurt a lot more than I expected while this was nothing. Hurt a bit afterwards but it was fine.

Robyn came to the hospital texting me why aren't you ready/dressed/packed?

She doesn't know the NHS - it moves slowly.

In the end I got my new meds issued, got dressed, got my back brace put on over my scar, gave everyone sweets and 'stuck my big hat on my head'.......and we got a lift home from patient transport!

I couldn't get over the lights, the cars, the noise of it all. Back at home we watched catch up TV on a laptop and it blew my mind - I'd had no TV, no YouTube, no music streaming for a week.

I opened my computer up - it worked! Windows opened , all the documents I tried opened, I could use the web all over again.....no more 'Certificate error notices'.

It was really tough, much tougher than I imagined; during the operation I remember thinking that the painkillers weren't working at all. But when I had the tube removed, the Dr also took out my stiches and I'd never realised they ever put any stiches in......so it really was working!

Next week is going to be tough so I have a few short days to get my act together, big time.

Then it's a new fight!

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)

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Frizzed, baked, scattered and battered.

Still here.



been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

Langston Hughes

 

 

I just panicked and called a nurse because I imagined that my kidney was leaking through the dressing - I've had my tube removed.

 

It wasn't - the bed was actually dripping with sweat from having the heating full on while the windows are locked shut.

 

Last night I had to have a water soaked hankie on my head and a fan.

 

It's December for goodness sake!

 

I'm due to be released this afternoon, trying to work out how to get home as I write this.

 

"Day surgery and a day or so to get over it" turned into a very long week.

 

I did have better things to do and so did Robyn. Next week it's all cancer and scans and chemo.

 

Anyway, Robyn introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes and very grateful I am to her for it......

 

And who knows, I may yet make it home tonight.

 

Neil Harris

(a don't stop till you drop production)

 

Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com

Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com