The hospital decided to send me home for a few weeks. The rational for this is due to the fact they can not perform the next operation, knee reconstruction, until my skin graft has healed over correctly. Due to this, I will be sitting in the hospital for a number of weeks, taking up a bed and also risking infection by some kind of virus or bug so I have been sent home.
On the surface this sounds great until you realise I don’t have use of my right leg so require crutches or a wheel chair to currently get about which makes every day tasks a pain in the arse. I also require daily visits from a nurse to redress my skin graft, the main reason for this is due to the fact that I still have some leg bone and a tendon exposed after the initial skin graft so it needs to stay dressed in bandages. I also require constant blood tests since I am on blood thinners and will be for at least 6 months. So lots of fun.
Anyway, I am home and have to say, there are a lot of pluses with that, eg. MUCH better food, let me tell you, hospital food is the most disgusting food I have ever had the misfortune of being subjected to.
With the depressing stuff dealt with, onto a closer caricature to living.