All change again!
24 Aug 2012
Just as I've been saying how wonderful it is here in the Royal Marsden, I'm now being shipped off to another hospital. Was it something I said? Or does someone want me to write a consumers's guide to London area hospitals?
Tomorrow morning I am moving to the Royal Brompton. It's not far. In fact it's just across the street although I believe they're not allowed to push me along the street in a wheelchair so I will need hospital transport for the 50 metre trip. I could walk but I don't think that's allowed.
I must admit I was disappointed as I felt I was making progress here. Indeed this morning I went with the physio to the gym and managed 18 minutes on the bike. It was soo good to be in the saddle, even of a static bike.
The reason for moving is that the antibiotics are not bringing down the blood markers (in other words not resolving the infection and the fevers) so, reluctantly, my consultant wants me to have thoracic surgery and that has to be at the Royal Brompton. Apparently he's a wonderful surgeon with very good hands (when he said that I tried not to think of those England cricketers with 'good hands' who still managed to drop some easy catches). The aim is to try to drain the pockets of infected fluid and to see what other obstructions are preventing me from inflating my left lung.
As a coward, I don't relish surgery but it will be under general anaesthetic and, with luck, will happen over the Bank Holiday weekend, while Nottingham Hill has its carnival just down the road. Unfortunately this means I will then have to spend a week in the Royal Brompton recuperating from the surgery. So this is turning into a long haul.
The problem with long stays in hospital, however good they are, is that weird stuff starts to happen to your body. Right now my feet, ankles and legs are swelling up to about 150% of their normal size, partly because I am spending so long in bed but mainly because my lungs aren't generating enough oxygen which is starving the blood of protein.
Never mind, on the positive side I have learnt a few words of Bulgarian from one of the very nice nurses here. I'm sure they'll be useful one day.
Ponce again, thanks for all the great messages. I just hope they have WiFi access at the Royal Brompton as they do here so I can keep up the blog. If you don't hear from me don't assume the worst happened on the surgeon's table .... It'll be a more mundane IT issue.