I came home on Friday - train from Richmond to Euston, on to Coventry, then Nuneaton, then to George Eliot Hospital, by cab, to meet G.
All was great until Coventry, where a group of young men, with little girl, were drinking & smoking spliffs, until ejected by a burly security man.The ejection didn't happen until after they had approached me, in the "Ladies Waiting Room", for painkillers.
This was relaxed compared with the train journey to Nuneaton; a guy with turrets, with carer,two rows behind, two travellers with a rottweiler, two rows in front.
One shouted, the other barked for the entire 20 minutes.
G was awaiting physio when I arrived, they taught/ tried to teach him how to stand up & sit down from a chair, with walking sticks, without putting weight on his right leg. He knew a better way.
He had had a piece of tissue the size of the palm of a hand, removed from around where the mole had been removed, on his R leg, skin to graft into it, from his L thigh & a second mole from his L calf.
His R leg is plastered to prevent him flexing his foot.
He must keep his R leg raised & not put any weight on it for 10/11 days, when he goes back to see the surgeon.
He has spent today on the bed,as it's easier to conform to all of the rules & prevents pain.
I think that the next ten days may drag a bit.
I've been to Church & run up & down stairs a bit, between tennis finals on TV.
The men's final was brilliant, the mixed was rather tame.
All over for another year.
I'm playing tomorrow, to make up for it.
All was great until Coventry, where a group of young men, with little girl, were drinking & smoking spliffs, until ejected by a burly security man.The ejection didn't happen until after they had approached me, in the "Ladies Waiting Room", for painkillers.
This was relaxed compared with the train journey to Nuneaton; a guy with turrets, with carer,two rows behind, two travellers with a rottweiler, two rows in front.
One shouted, the other barked for the entire 20 minutes.
G was awaiting physio when I arrived, they taught/ tried to teach him how to stand up & sit down from a chair, with walking sticks, without putting weight on his right leg. He knew a better way.
He had had a piece of tissue the size of the palm of a hand, removed from around where the mole had been removed, on his R leg, skin to graft into it, from his L thigh & a second mole from his L calf.
His R leg is plastered to prevent him flexing his foot.
He must keep his R leg raised & not put any weight on it for 10/11 days, when he goes back to see the surgeon.
He has spent today on the bed,as it's easier to conform to all of the rules & prevents pain.
I think that the next ten days may drag a bit.
I've been to Church & run up & down stairs a bit, between tennis finals on TV.
The men's final was brilliant, the mixed was rather tame.
All over for another year.
I'm playing tomorrow, to make up for it.
4 comments:
A shouting dog! Quite novel.
Does someone with turrets look castellated?
Perhaps just early gothic?
I did wonder that, so googled it first.
Lesson: don't sit near a castelated commmuter.
g
Beaten to the castle comments. Damn it.
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