They give out souvenir pen knives now. That's quite fancy. In my days they gave you a plastic spork to operate on yourself.
Period means a break/rest as in comma, full stop means the end of that sentence as in full stop. Stupid yanks
Wednesday morning dawned. They don't even do toast at breakfast, just bread. The fit phlebotomist came to take my blood and a little later, another woman came to give me an ECG. I had asked what the **** this had to do with my leg and I was told it was because I was having a general I had a good look at my leg later that day. The front bite had now scabbed over, indicative of healing, and the side one was less than half the size it had been. I thought the ****er's not going to operate on this, so I'm just taking up a bed that someone else desperately needs. I continued nipping out for ***s, listening to music and reading. Finished off Eminent Hipsters by Donald ***en and got through the bulk of Antimatter by Frank Close (great book). At around lunchtime, a proper doc came to see me. Not one mention of ***s. I showed him my leg and gave him my view that it didn't need an operation. He completely agreed, but said it was my consultant's call. My ECG and blood tests were perfect . Didn't get any sleep again that night. Well maybe an hour and a half. I was nil by mouth at this stage. My consultant came to see me at 8.30 am on the Thursday. I said I thought he might be surprised and when I showed him my leg, he said it didn't require the operation. He told me he'd done some further research and the condition was called Pyroderma Gangrenosa He actually asked me if I wanted to stay in another night, but I politely declined. He said I'd get an outpatients appointment in a few months. I couldn't get hold of the mate who brought me in, so I called my mate Baz who had indicated he'd be visiting me that day after the op. He was happy to pick me up around 10.00 am. The snotty Asian nurse came over next and said she understood I was being discharged, but wasn't to go anywhere until she'd got my script from the pharmacy and my discharge letter. I told her I didn't need anything from the ****ing pharmacy. 10 minutes later, I was on my way for a *** and she actually caught hold of my arm asking me where I thought I was going. I actually said "For a sodding ***". At 10.00 am, I put my coat on , The bloke in the bed next to me said "Where are you going?" and I said "The ****ing alehouse" . He said he didn't blame me and the nurse was a stroppy bitch. My mate got there at 10 past. On the way back, he said it reminded him of when he had a problem with his face. A few years back, he had a small mole on his face. This developed into a boil. He went to a walk-in NHS clinic to get it looked at and the nurse there popped the boil with a sterile needle. A couple of days later, he developed a sore on his face, the same as on my leg. He was referred privately to a specialist, who actually carried out the same operation proposed for my leg. The ****ing thing spread all over his face. In the end, he saw a specialist in York who told him the surgery had caused the condition to spread. He prescribed him cyclosporine, a drug they give to transplant patients to completely knock out the immune response. It worked perfectly. Thank **** I didn't have the operation. He dropped me at Wetherspoons and I spent the next 3.5 days getting pissed and stoned and watching us twat the BS. RESULT!!! Cheese later
should have waited to see what was on the script. Last time i was an inpatient i left with a bag of goodies including a bottle of oral morphine. Deffo worth the wait
There wasn't anything on the script. I wasn't on anything, bar the diclofenac I'd taken in with me. No chance of oromorph
The worst I've ever been in. You can normally rely on most of the nurses being pleasant. There were only two nice ones there. The rest were ****s
i've met some shockers in my time. I still remember with "feeling" the ****ing bitch of a nurse who took me to the shower and forgot me.It might not sound like much but at the time i was really ill so actually became quite dangerous. as i pushed past the nurses station with my pole containing drains & an IV she just laughed and sid "oops i forgot you . Oh well you managed to get back in the wheelchair on your own".
So no operation needed, that's good. Non surgical options usually best when available. You should fly over here to our hospital. Our nurses are fat and ugly for the most part but they're really nice. Our patient hospital approval rating is always in the high 90 something % range. Of course, being America one visit will cost you your house.
Just been reading up on pyroderma gangrenosun. "Surgical intervention frequently results in a worsening of the condition". **** me
Sign up at The Cheese on the window by the exit to the beer garden. "Dogs caught passing motions in the beer garden will be banned?"
