The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

April 20th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 4

I spent another five days in hospital. Saturday was the first full day after the op, and I woke up considerably more human than I’d gone to sleep. I was still under the influence of the general and the morphine and whatever else they’d given me to keep the pain and/or consciousness away, but I […]

April 18th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 3

I woke up early, around 7 or so, and dragged myself and my IV stand out to the nurses’ station to borrow their phone. I called Ash again to tell her about the operation, and then broke the news to my understandably incredulous Dad. I crept back to bed. The anaesthetist (no name again, I’m […]

April 15th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 2

At Accident & Emergency I was wheelchaired into a cubicle and then helped gingerly onto a trolley. The next few hours were pretty hazy: I was dead tired, hungry and thirsty and my arm was only ever a degree away from a whole new world of stabbing pain. An A&E doctor and a succession of […]

April 13th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 1

Apologies for the lack of posts here of late. Life’s just been rolling along nicely without any particularly noteworthy incidents. Last week was shaping up to be a little more exciting: Ash and I were over in Edinburgh for drinks a couple of times, and on Thursday night I was looking forward to a brisk […]