Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother hospital.

The Thanet Trinity – Broadstairs, Ramsgate and Margate.

As I promised in the last post (no, not the bugle call) there are going to be several days rolled into one here as not a lot happened so it is just for the sake of completeness. Continue reading “The Thanet Trinity – Broadstairs, Ramsgate and Margate.”

More of Margate – and the hospital!

Monday morning and I was up early again and again it was on purpose but regrettably for me it was not for the Rugby World Cup which was offering Wales vs. Georgia at 1115. I could have made it back in time for kickoff easily enough but I didn’t bother as you shall find out if you care to read on a bit. Continue reading “More of Margate – and the hospital!”

I can’t keep away – QEQM hospital again.

Entrance, QEQM hospital, Margate. — I know this door better than I know my own front door.

On the 17th September, I awoke after another excellent night’s sleep in my comfy bed in my quiet cosy room and I felt good. Continue reading “I can’t keep away – QEQM hospital again.”

Time to go home (as Andy Pandy used to say so long ago).

The big day finally arrived, Sunday 15th September and I waited until everyone else had used the bathroom, went and had a shower, which I could do by then (I couldn’t until the PICC line was removed), changed my own dressing and headed back to my bedspace. Continue reading “Time to go home (as Andy Pandy used to say so long ago).”

A tale of a very long month in the QEQM.

Hello again there folks and welcome to what is certainly the most unusual post I have yet published on this site and promises to be one of most unusual I shall ever post if I manage to keep my blogging going for a very long time. There are a number of reasons for this and so I am going to begin with an even longer than usual preamble to try and keep you abreast of what is going on. Continue reading “A tale of a very long month in the QEQM.”

Sharp scalpels and staples in the QEQM.

Ward scene, QEQM hospital, Margate. — Home from home and very comfy it was too.

For all the reasons outlined in the previous post I only managed a catnap or two and the morning eventually arrived to a further round of obs, being ignored totally by the catering lady with the breakfast tray (remember the hated NBM?) and then I was visited by a Doctor in scrubs so obviously kitted out for theatre. He had a clipboard with him which turned out to be my consent form for the operation. Continue reading “Sharp scalpels and staples in the QEQM.”