It's 2nd on my list Ian. I want to prep my new chisels first and then it's on to a bit of FP. Both can be done sitting for short periods at the dining table.
Ok so a little story of events, if you're interested:
When I came around from the anaesthesia in the recovery room, I was surprised to be in a lot of pain. The nurses seemed surprised also and put me on a self controlled morphine drip. I had a plunger that I could give myself a shot every 5mins. After about an hour I got very good at counting down from 300, despite being away with the fairy's
I also needed to pee immediately after I woke up, even tho i'd been nil by mouth for over 16hrs. They gave be a bottle and left me to it but I couldn't go. I'd remembered Ray's (Argee) ordeal with his hip, so I wasn't going to drink anything through fear of having to have a catheter. That night after parents and wifey went home, I decided I'd try again. The nurse brought me a bottle and disappeared. I thought I'd have more luck if I sat up and on the edge of the bed. It must have been a good 20mins before I decided it was time to give up. When I put my hand down the bed was wet. I fumbled for the nurse call thing that has a light switch on it. When the light went on, I'd knocked out one of the lines going into my arm. The bed was a lovely shade of claret. I managed to press the nurse call button before I fainted
The nurses cleaned me up and managed to change the bed with me in it. With the knowledge that Ray gave about the anaesthesia making you retain urine, I asked for a catheter. I wish I hadn't! It took three nurses and finally an on call doctor to get it in! :shock: Very painful experience. Tho once it was in I was glad of it. Somehow I managed to fill 2 bags that night. God knows where all the liquid came from. I suspect the painkillers over the last few years have given me urine retention without me realising it. Taking it out was almost as painful and the next 24hrs was incredibly painful to pass anything.
It was the stronger drugs that kept me in there a bit longer than planned. They wanted to monitor me for 24hrs after the morphine drip came out and that happened to be Friday morning. Not much happens at the weekend so I just sat there bored as hell, listening to the many unique culture clashes that happen in hospital. Makes you wonder how people evolved when communication is obviously not a strong skill we naturally have.
That said, all in all the hospital was quite good. The nurses were mostly kind and competent and things got done when they said they'd do them. The food was decidedly average but edible. The hospital was in the heart of London's curry district and I was very tempted to have curry shipped in daily
No TV's or Phones by the beds in any wards, which was a major shock. It surprises me because I'm sure the hospital earn money out of them? There wasn't even tea and coffee machines. Very Odd. One major cock up was my discharge that took 7hrs, with 3 of them sat in a chair waiting for my prescription to turn up.
