Found this picture?!
Did you sneak a snap while I was in A&E? 💙
A bed was found in A&E on Tuesday morning at 7am after 18 hours waiting on hard chairs and no way to lift my leg.
I saw a doctor at around 9am while still in A&E and he said the wound would be managed conservatively. No surgery but a negative pressure wound therapy system (also known as magic) would be used. It seals and drains the wound by using a pump. I can expect to be in hospital for a week. The infectious wounds team would see me later.
I was transferred to the ward at about 10am.
I discovered breakfast was cereal (I'm lactose intolerant) or toast. There is a reason we only bring the toaster out at Christmas - and never before the 20th. The 9th December equalled half a stone weight gain in 2024 so October is way too early.
I miss my cardamom tea, but at least the coffee isn't instant. I hate that I can't make tea or coffee myself and must wait. I have lots of water.
I am not allowed to take my own drugs and must wait for them to be doled out. Lunch was at 1215, dinner was at 5.15pm. I feel infantilised and also taken care of.
Having not slept at all the previous 24 hours I desperately wanted to sleep but this expectation of visits from the team and the new dressing stopped me.
Yet basically nothing happened yesterday because we are now on NHS time. Everything happens slowly.
No visit from the infectious wounds team. No news. No magic dressing. Until 10pm when I had finally fallen asleep when a nurse asked if I wanted the magic dressing "now" or in the morning. I said now because the morning could mean any time the next day, and at 11.30pm they came to add the new dressing.
I had developed blisters around the dressing and on removal it was clear I was severely allergic to the adhesive. A new dressing with a tube emanating from it to a continuous pump was placed with the expectation it would remain for three or more days.
The next part will follow.