The Thanet Trinity – Broadstairs, Ramsgate and Margate.

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Sunny Broadstairs – maybe not.

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.”

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”.”

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!

Entrance, QEQM hospital, Margate.
What was this door going to lead to?

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!”