So I’m home at the Rainbow Bay unit………. But I am a sandwich.

This post will look weird.
I’m using my new iPad, it’s my Broken Back present.
Naturally, combine an iPad with wordpress and I’m completely bamboozled.
No idea how to do a post properly.

So, quick update
I’m a sandwich, I sit and lie with electric heat pads front and back – it looks totally looney tunes but is very comforting.
I’m watching whales – sorry my bluddies, but someone’s got to do it for you guys!
I can walk down to the beach across to the water and back home – a major feat if I do say so myself.
But, after that 20 minute effort, I’m pooperated and fall asleep for two hours.
Little James is going skiing in New Zealand. With his mates! He’s got a cold, so I have given him some HUGE lectures about not drinking, not saying out late, and not running himself ragged for the first couple of days of his holiday. Hmmmm, I’m considering taking bets about whether my advice will be followed.

So it’s goodnight from me and my iPad,
I’ll turn the laptop on tomorrow I hope, and will do a better post.
Lou
Xxxx
And may I say

OOOUUUCCCHHH!

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I’m sure I am being followed in here…………………….?

I don’t know why

but I just have this feeling that someone is watching me

all the time.

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Sometimes there’s an imperceptible movement in my flowers.


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And I’m sure I’ve heard a tiny squeak when I’ve been adding water to the vases.

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And this blue fuzzy thing seems to disappear into dark corners.

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But it’s my imagination, I know I’m still on a lot of painkillers (finally).

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But, someone’s been answering my emails,

I’m sure of it.

Well

I think they are

because people have been emailing back telling me how hilarious I am?

What?

I’m not funny.

Blighty is the funny one.

There have been times when I’ve opened my Kindle and it goes to the wrong page

sometimes even the wrong book – and there are a whole lot of murder mysteries full of depressed detectives on my Kindle …. I don’t remember ordering them???

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In my hospital bathroom

someone’s been obsessively using the skin care products

in the correct order

step by step.

Who could be bothered doing that?

Gosh, my imagination is going into overdrive.




Then again,

sometimes the nurse comes when I haven’t pushed the nurse call button.

(I don’t actually push that nurse call button – I always sort of feel a bit embarrassed about doing things like that).

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You know, this is all too much, I need to think about other things,

like Blighty who I mentioned a bit earlier.

I wonder how she’s going?

I wonder if she’s still got her Blighty Bus

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Well,

as usual here in hospital

I get tired really quickly,

so adieu

I’m off to bed

again.

Lou

xxxxx

It’s awful when they take your catheter away from you!

No, I’m not going to post a photo of the catheter.

But I miss it terribly!

This was me on Monday afternoon heading off for surgery

I really wasn’t nervous.

When I came back

I was wired for sound

And many other things as well.

That’s Betadine on the sheet, not blood in case you’re worried about gore.

So check out this little baby,

It’s a pump that puts local anaesthetic straight into the wound, that’s the place where the surgeon does a big cut, not the back where the new bits are.

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This little gizmo is totally the Bomb!

I used it a lot,

you just squeeze that little bulb and lovely cold painkiller goes straight into the cut.

Hmmmm, better than chocolate!

The buggers took that away from me early this morning too.

Yep,

next to go was the big Fentanyl clicker for pain relief in the back and other Hurty Parts.

Imagine it,

I’m quickly losing all my best friends here in hospital.

But it doesn’t matter, because without all those tubes running in and out of me, I’ll be allowed to have a HUGE shower tomorrow,

Now, if you are squeamish

log out of here now,

here’s the gory bit

just to show how small the cut really is,

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Looking down towards my feet,

the bloody patch on the left hand is the local anaesthetic drip sewn into place, you can see the line going inside the tummy,

and that little band aid under my belly button is my “NOT VERY  BIG AT ALL” cut.

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Pretty amazing don’t you think?

Considering he had his (rather large) hands in there

tinkering away

working on this area

I was impressed.

So,

it’s goodnight from me now,

already 12:53 in the afternoon,

my bedtime.

zzzzzzzz

Lou

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NBB…… NEW BACK DAY….. YEEEEEHAAAA

I am bravely posting despite having had no coffee for 24 hours.

Yes, I have the headache that goes with coffee withdrawal when fasting for surgery.

So I’m sitting here wearing these

No they don’t fit.

Yes they are too big.

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I’ve just been downstairs playing submarine captains.

Oh, and I had some X-rays while I was down there too.

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See


Here they all are.

I smudged them, they don’t really look this bad.

I realised there was a LOT of information on that piece of paper

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I went downstairs in some flash finery,

I don’t want to sit around in PJs all the time so I bought my Okanuis with me.

Accessorised with

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Compression Stockings for theatre,

My name around my ankle (go figure, I’ve got one on my wrist too – they must lose people round here if you have to wear TWO ID bracelets)

Bedsocks

Mr IT’s slippers (inTownsville doesn’t own slippers).

Boy, old wrinkly knees I notice.

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See the metal ends on the drawstring of my Hoodie?

Well,

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I wore this hoodie downstairs for my X-rays and after the chest X-ray,

the radiologist had a long discussion with me about metal implants in my chest.

She went through my previous surgeries, and told me

that the metal clips in my chest were showing up and they just had to identify exactly what they were.

Well you can see where this is heading.

It was a mystery for 15 minutes.


Here are the metal “surgical clips”

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Metal tags on the end of the drawstring, hanging down my back.
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A bit of excitement.
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Last night there was excitement for some folk here who commandeered the (VERY OLD) tv here in my hospital room,
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and watched My Barry.
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If you don’t know who My Barry is,
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google
AFL, Barry Hall, shoelaces, punchup.
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So, it’s good night for me now,
It’s 1:35 pm now, Monday.
And they are standing by my bed ready to take me to theatre.
Next time you hear from me
I am going to be 2cm taller.
And I’ll have new discs in my back as well.
Love
Lou
xxxxxx
PS  Have decided to ask the spinal surgeon to do a knee lift too.

So what’s happening on Monday…..well here’s what.

That will be me, under all the draping stuff.
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I don’t think mine are purple, but two of my discs are stuffed, kaputsky, totally flattened from the GREAT FALL OF YASI.
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remember this?
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ande this
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The ceiling didn’t fair too well either!
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I was waaaay up the top of the roof space before I fell 4 metres.
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The bedroom today
(Insurance companies are not fast are they?)
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Naturally, my two lowest discs are MUCH WORSE than the one in the picture of the purple discs that I swiped off the net, with no idea of how to reference it.
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So I’m getting
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A thing stuck in my back a bit like this,
but mine will be metal
titanium in fact. not an orange plastic thing like this one.
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And I am getting two too!
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Let me know if you want me to get the surgeon to take photos during the op, so I can post them on this blog.
I could ask him to get the really gory bits for you.
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So now,
it’s good night from me.
I’ll try and do a post from the hosptial on Sunday night before the surgery.
It will be fun to compare hospital rooms with the last one.
Love
LOU
PS  Paula, I did it, 2 posts in one week, a record for me lately.
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Abducted by Aliens, eeeek………..they made me work!

That’s my excuse for not posting.

It’s true, I’ve been trying to get as much done as possible before the big surgery next week.

It’s terrible I know!

I’m so baaad.

So I did not deserve one of these yesterday.

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Nor did I get one of these.

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The Dodgy Brothers were in this old milk crate,

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Because

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Elisabeth’s dog Zamori

is a Bernese Mountain Dog

(they come from the other side of the mountain to the St Bernards)

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Yep, that’s the Strand here in Townsville, yep, it’s a long way from Switzerland (where Bernese Mountain Dogs come from).

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So this is what Bernese Mountain dogs do,
they take the milk from the farmhouse to the village customers.
And of course,
Zamori needs to learn how to do this.
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So here’s
how
2 chihuahuas,
1 Bernese Mountain Dog
a milk crate
some bicycle wheels
and a few poles
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recreate a bit of Switzerland
here in Townsville.
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This is a beginners run on the Strand.
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We made sure the public knew that we are learners
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Safety First on the Strand
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And here we are in action.
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That’s Elisabeth up front (of course!).
and that’s our Townsville winter would you believe?.
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We got stopped a lot,
with lots of questions
and admiring looks
and pats.
The Dodgies were as popular as Zamori.
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ONE WEEK TO GO
I WILL HAVE A NEW BACK THIS TIME NEXT WEEK.
Love
Louise
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