I am thoroughly enjoying the boozy fruits Mr Bee provided for the festive season. Mandarins and cranberries in vodka - yum. There are also (untouched, as yet) cherries in gin. As we are obliged to go shopping (the Family have left us pretty short of most stuff) I may pop into Iceland and buy some frozen coconut yoghurt to compliment the fruit. New Year’s Eve will be spent with friends. Apparently, there are to be ‘games’…
joe - I am massively impressed by the Doppler Fantaisie. Courage mon brave! <That’s for the rest ovvit.
There really are some very good games about these days. Even if you restrict yourself to “party games” (which generally just means fairly simple rules, and suitable for a large group).
Which means there is even less excuse than ever to trot out Blasted Monopoly.
The two wonderful gnurses who look after me most days managed to persuade the insultant and registrar actually to turn up and get their hands dirty.
The upshot is that for the first time since IIRC Wednesday I can actually move my right leg, it no longer being mummified. Still confined to bed, as I have to keep it elevated; what’s needed, of course, is a proper gas-lift bed - on this all agree. Apparently the non-availability of same is down to a bit of interdepartmental politics. So, a couple of pillows it is…
Probably not! Cellulitis was the main problem, but that’s a symptom rather than a condition. The issues with renal function are most likely to be a side effect of the antibiotics, and so on…
When the insultant finally condescended to take a look at what was going on under the dressing, he ordered some swabs to be taken. Can’t help feeling this is a week late; like the extra blood tests tomorrow, why wasn’t this all looked at on admission?
Though had you been able to catch LBC young Armiitage #2 was asked to run a 3hr show he expected merely to be speaking on, following the planned presenter’s sudden unavailability.
