And finally we’re home!

30 September, 2010

Learning a new technique

So! Finally we’re home 🙂 Here’s A sitting at the table enjoying a glass of wine and a small snack.

(Good job he’s in no condition to stop me from writing this! Heheheh…)

The hand is now swathed in an enormous bandage. It wouldn’t fit into any of his clothes except his ultra-trendy green TGO Challenge 2010 fleece, so it looks like he’s either going to be very cold for the next couple of weeks or confined to the house.

The plan is currently to return to Cambridge tomorrow afternoon, and I’m looking forward to establishing Alan on a regime of early physiotherapy, which will include things like hoovering, ironing and rubbing my feet. I’d hate to see the remaining fingers and thumb of his left hand atrophy.

He’s proposing to write something from the comfort of his own computer once he’s re-established in his office, some time tomorrow.

Bye for now.

p.s. 10 minutes later, he’s up in bed complaining that his beard is caught in the zip of his fleece. Looks like he’s on the mend, then.

Great news!

30 September, 2010

Whoohoo! A rang about 10 minutes ago. I almost missed the call because I’d fallen asleep in front of the television, and when the phone woke me I spent about 10 seconds attempting to answer it with the television control.

Anyway, the news is apparently good 🙂 A says there wasn’t any visible nerve or tendon damage, and so he’ll be able to get out tomorrow. More importantly, his hand should eventually be okay again. That’s until I stamp on it as punishment for A having been daft enough to use it for grabbing a barbed wire fence to prevent himself from falling backwards onto tussocky grass… but that’ll be another story for another day.

Thanks once again to y’all for the support here, in texts and in emails ♥ I’m off to bed now, if I can squeeze in next to Piglet who is spread out happily across the pillows. She’s having some sort of strange dream (rabbit related, no doubt) which involves lots of grunting noises, and twitching paws.

Night, y’all 🙂

Finally… (Alan’s hand)

29 September, 2010

At last! It’s 2310, and I’ve just rung the ward, and finally A went for his operation about half an hour ago. They’ll presumably be poking at his finger even as I type.

Hopefully everything will go well. I think it must have been very stressful for old A, sitting around there all day in Newcastle, starving and thirsty, awaiting the call at any moment. Fingers crossed that he’ll feel better when he wakes up.

The ward staff apparently won’t be able to tell me how he got on when he gets back to the ward, in case I’m The News of the World (or, perhaps, The Daily Telegraph in Alan’s case). I therefore have to hope that he feels up to giving me a ring to tell me how he got on: assuming he’s able to understand what they tell him in the middle of the night, just after coming round from a general anaesthetic. Still, though: I really could be a reporter from The Daily Telegraph rather than just a concerned pal, so I suppose that’s understandable. Not.

I was told earlier that if they don’t find nerve and/or tendon damage it should be a straightforward and relatively speedy operation. If there is that sort of damage, though, it could take much longer. I’m hoping, therefore, to get a phone call sooner rather than later. If I’ve heard nothing in a couple of hours I’ll ring to see what’s happening.

Fingers crossed at this end.

(Piglet, BTW, has had a bath, and two sets of antibiotics, and seems to be making good progress. My sister and I applied a liberal dose of a very mild conditioner after shampooing her, and now her coat is beautifully soft, and smells lovely. Wee darling that she is ♥)

Another update re: Alan

29 September, 2010

They've got him sussed...

Well, I’ve just spoken to Alan. He’s going to be admitted to the Royal Victoria Infirmary (RVI) in Newcastle this afternoon. They may be able to fit in the surgery this evening after 5pm, but otherwise they plan to do it tomorrow.

Either way, he’s going to be in the RVI for at least one night. They’re digging him out a bed at the moment.

If anybody in that neck of the woods is able to pop in and see him this afternoon then I know he’d appreciate it. He got very little sleep last night, he hasn’t had a chance to get a wash and brush up (ugh!) and he hasn’t had anything to eat since midnight. He can’t eat today either, in case they get a chance to do his hand this evening, and so that in itself is a bit miserable 😦

Further news to follow as the drama unfolds.

The Sick List Lengthens…

29 September, 2010

Poor wee thing

Unfortunately, it’s not just Alan on the Sick List after the Peebles to Moffat jaunt.

Little Piglet was an absolute star for almost the whole thing: dashing energetically up and down the line of walkers, keeping her pack in order, and attempting at all times to lead from the front.

Wee Piglet

(I promised her I wouldn’t mention the unfortunate incident of the Early Morning Alarm Call that occurred in the tiny hours of Sunday morning, when Piglet spotted a menacing rock located a few feet from the tents, and set up a series of ear-piercing barks that continued (despite vigorous discouragement from me, which included the lobbing in Piglet’s direction of Alan’s 3L water container) for several minutes which felt like hours. So I won’t.)

When we got back, though, I noticed what I thought was some tangled fur in the crooks of her little elbows (or arms, or whatever they are). I tried to comb them out but Piglet cried piteously, which isn’t like her at all, and when I looked more closely I found some cruel sprigs of sharp heather embedded in her coat. One little crook is rubbed red and furless, and the other is weepy and slightly infected 😦

We took a trip to Piglet’s excellent vet this morning, and Piglet has now been established on a 4 day course of Cortisone and 10 days of antibiotics. She didn’t want to get up this morning but the cat had a word or two, and now that she’s had brekky, a poo and a fart Piglet looks a little brighter. She’s now curled up on a couch with a blanket, watching the Cookery Channel on television.

Alan is now at the Royal Victoria Infirmary in Newcastle, which is a Centre of Excellence in relation to the mending of super-bashed hands. I’m awaiting a call to find out what the plan is once they’ve finished poking and prodding his hand in the Hands and Plastic Trauma Clinic.

Having suffered almost 2 years of misery and anguish at the hands of the incompetent side of the NHS in relation to my poor father, it’s truly a head-spinning experience for me to have met with such brilliant treatment for Alan from both the hospital in Carlisle and (this morning by telephone) the RVI. They truly have been absolutely tremendous, though: efficient, kind, empathetic and unpatronising. We’ll be writing them a Very Nice Letter Indeed once this whole sorry thing is over.

Further updates will follow later re: Alan when the plan becomes clear. In the meantime, though, it’s goodbye from me 🙂

Further update on Alan’s hand

28 September, 2010

They've got him sussed...

Evening, peeps!

Well, the plot continues to thicken in relation to Alan’s bashed hand.

The doctors in Carlisle have decided that Newcastle is definitely the place for him, as they have micro-surgeons there who patch up severely bashed hands every day. He’s in Carlisle hospital again tonight, but tomorrow morning he’s going to be conveyed to Newcastle in a swarm of flashing blue lights, to be seen in the Hands and Plastics Trauma Clinic. I’m v. much hoping that they’ll go on and do the business surgically tomorrow, before the bits that were hanging off yesterday afternoon give up the ghost.

A continues to put on a brave face. Mind you, with a face like that I suppose he’s had to learn to be brave!

(Heh… just joking, Gitface!)

Alan relaxing in his hospital bed

Seriously, though, he’s very stoical. I confess that I’m amazed. I’ve seen no sign of this stoicism before now. Just touch him accidentally and he jumps as though he’s been kicked! When important bits are hanging off, though, it seems that he can grit his teeth with the best of them. He’s doing much better than I’d have done: that’s for sure.

Enjoying the effects of all those pain-killing drugs

The clinic appointment is at 11am tomorrow morning, and it’s not yet clear whether he’ll be able to have his hand sorted and leave hospital later in the day. My instinct is that he’ll still be in Newcastle hospital tomorrow night, though, and if that’s what happens then Piglet and I hope to take him home to Cambridge the following day. But until after the clinic appointment we’ll be playing things by ear.

I see that the wounded warrior has dragged his uninjured crubeen to his mobile to respond briefly to some postings here and on Martin‘s blog. He can’t do much with just one hand, though, and when I told him about all y’all kind messages earlier in the day he was very chuffed.

I’ll post again tomorrow when there’s more news. In the meantime, though, thank you for the lovely postings and emails and texts. Both of us appreciate them lots ♥ ♥ ♥

Update on Alan’s hand

28 September, 2010

Morning, peeps.

I’ve just spoken to Alan, who sounded very bright and cheery. I was about to set off up to Carlisle, but I’m now hanging fire because the hospital there would prefer to transfer him to Newcastle. Could it be something he said?

In fact, though, it seems that Newcastle is best equipped to deal with A’s sort of injury–better magnifying glasses in the theatre and stuff–so we’re hoping they can get him a slot in today’s theatre list. Once that decision is made we’ll know what’s happening next.

Further updates later. Fingers crossed please, peeps!