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The Old Bat has two visits to hospital

I had been looking forward.to this week for some time, because I had two appointments at the orthopaedic hospital where I hoped to get help. I knew that it was going to be a bit difficult because I can only walk with the aid of a frame. I cannot negotiate the steps leading  from my flat to the pavement,  Because of this, I have not left my flat for nearly two years. When I  have appointments, I have be taken by ambulance with its carrying chair. I have traveled this way many times picking up other patients on the way .All the ambulance men  and women are very kind and gentle.

The first appointment was on Tuesday morning. As usual, the ambulance collected me an hour after the appointment time, which is quite normal. As soon as I arrived I was taken to the X—ray Dept where my spine was X–rayed from every angle. This was quite painful because I cannot stand unaided.

I was then taken to see the surgeon who explained that the operation on my spine had healed perfectly. The injured vertebrae had been removed, its place taken by a metal scaffolding, all was well.The improvement in my back will take some time before I will feel  the benefit of it. The metal work has to become part of the back protecting the spinal chord. The second appointment was on Thursday. The same routine,I was whisked off to the X-Ray Dept, where I had many pictures taken of my knees and legs  .After this, I was taken to see the surgeon, who was very pleasant and kind, even though he gave me bad news. In his opinion, as a knee surgeon, my hips are in a worse condition than my knees. He explained that the hips affected the knees, so should be done first..I felt like bursting into tears, but didn’t. I know that there is a very very long wait for hip operations, about six months before you get on the waiting list to  see a surgeon let alone have an operation.This was bad news  for an eighty two year old.  The surgeon then injected my knee with some painkilling fluid he hoped would help. It had no effect the last time that I had something similar.Perhaps,  it has been improved. Apparently, I have to wait three weeks before finding out if it works or not, so I still live in hope of some improvements.


To complete the day, I vomited in the ambulance on the way home.Thank goodness, I had the sense to ask for a sick bowl, before this happened. I have never been a good traveler. It just seemed the perfect ending to a disappointing day.

I feel a lot better about everything today, I live very comfortably in my flat  where I am near good friends and family,.  All visit often, making sure that I am O.K. Many elderly  people are not so well treated.  Being house bound, I watch a lot of news programme on T.V. and am daily horrified to see how they have to live in poverty and squalor.



Apparently it is Breast Cancer Awareness Week so please take advantage of all the help you can get about looking after yourself. Start off by examining your own breasts, it might save your life.


I think that going back to my old home stamping ground for the funeral of my cousin affected me more than I realised. I now seem to have a new lease of life and have started to sort out some of the unimportant but annoying small problems that affect my life at the moment, I am fighting back! I have been limping around and been unable to negotiate any sort of step for the past four months, so I decided to telephone the department of the hospital to ask when my ultra scan was going to take place. There is such a long waiting list for non emergency scans that I would not be seen until after December 31st. I rang my wonderful doctor who was very surprised as she had asked for the scan a.s.a.p. She immediately rang the hospital and asked for an appointment at “the trauma clinic”, we await results but she has instructed her office staff to keep in touch with the clinic so that I can take up any cancellation that might turn up.

My grandson is resuming his university course very soon so he will not be able to do my shopping for me so I decided to be really “with it” and try to do my shopping “On line”. I know that I write this blog and can send e-mails, but that is the whole extent of my computer skills. I have struggled all day to register with a good but not expensive store and place my first order. I feel completely exhausted, it is so out of my ‘comfort zone’. I had to resist a lot of the pretty inviting pictures of all that lovely food (I am a very greedy old lady) and stick to my prepared list. It will all be delivered to my door at a stipulated time, I am going to give it a good try and hopefully become more independent, I must say ‘thanks to my children who have always made sure that I have everything that I need., but it will be good not to have to ask
I have also tackled my service providers, with winter fast approaching, my gas bill has been on my mind. When I rang the provider, a very helpful young lady. sorted out my ‘standing orders’. I managed to reduce my electricity “monthly direct debit” but my gas one stays large, so I am going to have to take steps to reduce the heating bill. I live in a flat in a house where the facade is ‘listed’ so there is no ‘double glazing’ to my very large bay window in the living room. I am going to have to organize some secondary glazing, perspex, maybe cling film ,(I’m joking about the cling film), I will have to think of something, any ideas?
Now to my over riding hobby, gardening. I have been busy taking ‘cuttings’ of various plants, particularly fuchsias. My daughter gave me a ‘winter hardy’ fuchsia called Mrs Popple, it is beautiful and is the same colour combination as the cutting that I ‘stole’ from that derelict garden. The flowers on Mrs Popple are smaller than my stolen one which I call ‘Brazen Beauty’. They are a combination of shocking pink and deep purple. I am also taking cuttings for my elder daughter who is setting up a plant stall with a friend, at a ‘Farmers Market’ as light relief from her stressful job as a teacher.

Thinking about this interest with gardening, I think that it is all to do with my past life of ‘nurturing’. When I was young, being born on a farm, I was brought up to look after animals. Then I got married and looked after the farm and children. The children grew up and had their own children, I helped with them, now they have all grown up except one precious eight year old who now helps me with my garden. Gardening, is obviously taking care of that part of me that needs to nurture something. Long may it continue!!!!!!