Back home at last

At last, hospital procedures were inching slowly to getting me home when Henry could actually be there after a great deal of communication and eventually refusual to go anywhere until all the equipment necessary for my extended period at home due to lack of hospital beds was ready.


I was nowhere near recovered of course. I had been given only one brief try with a wheelchair and more with a walking frame which gave me considerable pain in the pelvic area. I could only move around with difficulty, gritting my teeth and hoping to Hell that the movement was not opening up the two fractures in my pelvis. Communication with doctors in the LGI had been extremely difficult and only extreme insistence by Henry got me any idea at all what my prognosis was. We had hoped that the horrendous starvation diet due we heard to lack of surgeons which was causing several days back up with operations and patients not knowing from one day to the next was just an unfortunate experience. However, it seemed that despite lengthy morning meetings, nursing staff too were completely unable to answer any queries other than basic care in the ward and most had to be reminded of the current medical state by us whenever new staff came on.

So relief at leaving was considerable. Good people but terrible hospital procedures and lack of proper communication both between staff and with the patient will haunt my memories.

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