Hello, everyone. It's good to be back! Apologies for the long silence but I had to change my email address and was de-activated. As Oddquine has been having problems with internet access, it took a little while to get re-activated but here I am once more.
I hope everyone's feeling better now and the unwellness bugs have gone away. We've been having dramas here the past few days. OH has cellulitis in his leg - nasty, I know because I had it a few years ago - and has had several rounds of antibiotics which seem to clear it but then it returns. Tuesday, it got dramatically worse and was almost visibly advancing towards his groin. His GP practice was fully booked and said they couldn't see him that day; I was getting worried about it being a deep vein thrombosis (my sister died of a DVT so I'm a bit twitchy on the subject). The 111 people told him to go to a walk-in centre so I hauled him down there and they were very nice but sent us to A&E at Romford. The people at A&E said he wasn't ill enough for them so go to Urgent Care round the corner. There we waited over 4 hours to get seen - this is
Urgent care?? - and eventually, at 11pm, they decided to admit him for further investigation.
So, yesterday, I took his washbag, clean pants, dressing gown etc, etc to the hospital and was told he'd probably be there for a couple more days for intensive antibiotics but that he most likely didn't have a DVT. He seemed much better and more cheerful and the fever was much reduced and I stayed with him until late afternoon. About 8:30 yesterday evening, I got a call from him to say he was on his way home in a hospital transport!! They established that he definitely doesn't have a DVT (thank goodness) and so decided to discharge him with a supply of antibiotics which a district nurse has to visit daily to pour into him intravenously and he has to report back to the hospital next week. Apart from only being able to hobble rather than walk, he does seem much brighter and the district nurse was very nice. I've never had a visit from a district nurse before so I hoovered, specially!
If these antibiotics work, I suspect the main problem will be keeping him off the ale while he's on them. Alcohol isn't totally forbidden but they advise not to drink and, the moment he can walk comfortably, he'll want to be off to the Oak to swap wounded hero stories with his equally unfit codger friends ... I suggested they go to Costas instead but you can imagine the response
that got.
I know I moan about him being a pain in the butt but he's my pain in the butt and I do worry about him; it's not nice seeing my big, reassuring OH looking scared on a hospital trolley.
Lucy Katt seems a bit unsure about getting too close to him; I think he still smells of hospitals and it reminds her of the vet! However, I'm sure she'd want me to send purrs to everyone else
