Release from being a prisoner in the LGI

Happy Day! Release from prison, or so it seemed, was in sight. The staff and fellow patients at the LGI were lovely, but poor sleep caused by patients in the Othapeadic Trauma Ward and strict confinement to bed and chair were beginning to wear me down.

At last, I could put both this memory and the experience of a forced "Nil by Mouth" fast for over 36 hours whilst being told time and time again that my operation was on, then off when I was first admitted to the LGI behind me and return to the outside world, albeit on a wheelchair.

Henry arrived with my wheelchair, which due to a cock-up in red tape could not be delivered to hospital. It actually had to be sent to our home then he had to struggle to bring it in. What nonsense. I had a brief practice in it before being wheeled back to the ward. Tomorrow they are taking me home!!!

Unbeknown by me, Henry had been hard at work at home with help from daughters Penny and Carolyn and my son James. The dining room downstairs had been converted to a bedroom with hanging rail, commode and dressing table and the Council had been in to raise the chair and bed and supply a commode and walking frame.

Many of my closer friends and family had visited me in hospital and sent me flowers and many Get Well Cards.

On the way in to see me for the last time, Henry brought a poster on the Lady Boys of Bangkok Show due to visit Millenium Square shortly. He was keen to go! However, he felt a bit guilty about leaving me at home on the first day of my return and gave up the idea. Ho ho.

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