The bones have moved again, so the doctors decided they would have to insert a steel rod through the bottom of the foot, which sounds scary but would mean a much lighter and smaller plaster, so Keith would be able to be more mobile. This sounded good to him, so he fasted from midnight on Wednesday and waited.......................and waited....................................
At 4.30 yesterday afternoon, he was finally told that, due to an emergency operation needing to be done during the day, his operation was postponed until today. This, by our calculations, means that he won't be able to come home until Monday now, and that's if all goes well.
Amid frantic demands for me to bring more food, more DVDs, a mouse (for the laptop), more food, some CDs, more food..................Keith has had to resign himself to carry on the waiting game.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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