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.”