But first, after the "Cattitude" post last month we now have "An Attitude of Gratitude"
Why? I hear you ask.
Why not? you hear me reply.
Stalemate then.
For the benefit of those among you who don't already know, I went in to hospital last Thursday to have an operation on my damaged shoulder.
For the benefit of those among you who do already know, I still went in to hospital for the operation.
It seems that whether you knew about or not made absolutely no difference to the medical team who sliced me open.
Last January I did what old people do best and fell over, damaging my rotator cuff and causing a huge 4cm tear in the tendons on my right shoulder.
The surgeon who did my assessment warned me that due to the severity of the injury I would have to have a "brastrap" incision rather than keyhole surgery.
So, last Thursday morning at 7-30 my friend Pete threw me out of his car and onto the tender mercies of Kettering General Hospital Treatment Centre staff.
Yes, that's right....7-30AM, an hour I never knew existed, but I do now...Oh yes.
After being warmly welcomed on to Geddington ward I was led by a nurse to a room containing three beds and two elderly gentlemen. I say elderly but Ken was only 86 and Mick wasn't.
I was the baby of the trio.
I was given two hospital robes one of which went on backwards and the other one frontwards if you see what I mean and a pair of extremely fetching knee length socks designed to help prevent Deep Vein Thrombosis plus a booklet on How to Avoid Deep Vein Thrombosis.
In the operating theatre I can remember asking the anaesthetist how long it would take for the stuff he was injecting me with to Kno................................................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Not long apparently.
It took only two hours for the operation to be completed, which was slightly less time than it took me to get the blooming green DVT socks on.
After being warned about the "brastrap" surgery I had obviously packed my best bra for the trip to hospital so you can imagine my annoyance when I found that I had in fact been Keyholed.
Still, mustn't grumble.
During my stay in hospital I was treated with great kindness and respect. I was fed with delicious food by lovely ladies. I was coffee'd, tea'd, biscuited, watered and cared for wonderfully. My marmalade was spread for me by hand and my rolls were buttered. Truly my cup overflowed.
On the day of my departure I was visited by a physiotherapist who gave me some very gentle exercises to do when I'm able to.
I was also given some dressings for the wounds, a selection of pills to help control the pain and best of all a wonderful piece of bondage equipment which they insisted on calling a sling.
With the Bondage Equipment (sling) and the special DVT stockings I am indeed a sight to behold and photographs are available on request.
Thank you so much Kettering General Hospital.
You made me feel special, because I'm worth it.
But what about the picture at the top of the page?
I'll tell you next time......
God Bless xxx
