Fergy's Rambles.

Gluttony in the George.

Viking Bay, Broadstairs. — My attempt at being arty.

I do not know if you have reached this page through following my exploits chronologically / sequentially or if you just landed here by reason of something very bad you did in a previous life! If it is the former you will know that I had been up eating snacks at 0430 on this morning and if it is the latter you will not have known this but you do now! Despite all this nocturnal noshing I still managed to awake at some ridiculously early hour and I knew I would not get back to sleep so it was up and shower and out to face a pretty decent if chilly autumnal morning. Continue reading “Gluttony in the George.”

Roaming and a return to Ramsgate.

Special offer – two days for the price of one.

Thursday 19th September was another lovely day although I did not do much with it and so I shall content myself with a brief entry here and post the whole thing on the 20th as it seems a bit pointless making a post for so little otherwise. Continue reading “Roaming and a return to Ramsgate.”

Margate- a Tale of Two Cities (or towns).

Margate Sands. — The main attraction in Margate.

The 18th of September was a Wednesday and a quick look out my window showed that it was a beauty with the sun splitting the trees. Continue reading “Margate- a Tale of Two Cities (or towns).”

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.”

Back to Broadstairs and the “real world”.

There I was, awake on a pleasant autumnal morning at a time of my own choosing and not having my blood pressure, pulse and everything else recorded and it was delightful. If this makes no sense at all to you then I suggest you read the previous few entries where I have spent almost a month in the QEQM hospital in Margate being not terribly well frankly. Continue reading “Back to Broadstairs and the “real world”.”

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.”

An unplanned adventure in Thanet – the QEQM hospital!

Another fairly uncomfortable night and up in the morning for a shower and get dressed. I still felt lousy and getting ready took a while but fortunately the bus stop is literally across the road and I got the bus to the Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother hospital (known locally as the QEQM) where I was dumped near enough the door of the A&E (ER for my American readers) and queued up to sign in. The receptionist obviously did not have English as a first language and after four attempts of very slow and distinct spelling I thought she must have it but subsequent events were to show that she had rendered Fergus as Fergess which is what I am now known as on the NHS computer and who knows what hassle that will lead to eventually? Continue reading “An unplanned adventure in Thanet – the QEQM hospital!”

Back “home” to the Wrotham Arms.

Hello again folks and thanks for your forebearance in waiting for an update here which I know has been long overdue but the reasoning will be explained in the next post after this one. It is an interesting story to say the least. I intend to put three days together here for your ease of reading although I am actually composing and publishing this in late September and backdating as always. Continue reading “Back “home” to the Wrotham Arms.”