Trips to interesting places, there and back in a day; and those not-too-healthy but very enjoyable lunches where the alcohol content might well outweigh the food. What nice prospects in these sombre, locked-down times!
Well, I’m getting both, but not exactly as described above.
Readers will know that the plan had been to insert a PEG into my stomach a couple of weeks ago, and from then on I’d be supplied with liquid meals, to be syringed in. I’ve never been a sleep-walker but it seems I have a particular capacity for sleep-fighting – so the operation started but didn’t finish. No PEG. It didn’t happen. The new food at home did happen though: there’s a cabinet here full of dozens of liquid meals. The medics say “David, drink them!”, so I do. I’m afraid the swallowing difficulties are so severe now that even puréed food is too thick. So the future is liquid, and them’s my liquid lunches.
And now, news of the next attempted operation – and you know why I say “attempted”.
They’ve given me Tuesday 13th October for the RIG operation. Admission on Monday 12th, and that evening they say there will be four minutes of discomfort as they pass a tube up my nose and down into my stomach and leave it there. Quite OK after that, they say. I’ll let you know ….
Then the Tuesday operation followed by up to five days recovering. Then home.
And transport laid on, not only from home to the National Hospital on Monday 12th and then back home some days later, but also this:
As I was discharged from the Covid-free ward I’m now a risk, so on the 8th, four days before admission, they’ll send transport to take me to the National where they’ll do the Covid swab thing, and they’ll then transport me back home – a day trip. Then for four days I’m to be in total 100% self-isolation, ready for them to pick me up on the 12th.
I have to say that this sounds to me to be an expensive and rigorous process, made more so by the pandemic. The NHS must be doing something similar to huge numbers of people. I’m very impressed.