Keith was swiftly removed to a single room yesterday as there was a note, no-one seems to know why or where from, about MRSA. He hasn't got it and has never had a problem with it, but the benefit was a room to himself with his own TV which means that I don't have to miss Emmerdale and Coronation Street when I visit in the evenings. Every cloud....................
This afternoon it was decided that his operation should take place today instead of later in the week, as first thought, so off he went to theatre. Three hours later he was back, having had his bones manipulated, the ulcer cleaned out and his leg strapped up, and there he lay, lord of all he surveyed, with an indecent amount of thigh on view and wondering how soon he could be up and running around like a three year old.
So all he has to do now is let nature do its work, refrain from getting it infected and take it easy long enough for the bones to knit properly. It's the last that I think we might have trouble with. You can't keep a good man down...............
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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