ouch!

Thanks Toni. My Niece is my other sister's daughter, the sister I don't see more than once or twice a year although she only lives about 5 miles away! Her daughter, my niece, has 5 kids downwards from 11 to 2 so she is wrapped up in them.

Vixen was unhappy when I was at the hospital, she came down to fetch me when I came home but then promptly disappeared again for a while as I had to phone my home help to pop round and help me for a bit, the dressing that the hospital put on was leaking by the time I got home so she wrapped a further dressing over the top of it, which is something I had to do this morning as well. Hopefully they get it right today. Vixen is currently cuddling up while I am waiting for my lift, I have warned her that I have to go to the hospital again today but I don't think that she has taken it in!

Well, back from the hospital, luckily my mate waited for me in the car park (he was not allowed in) so by the time 3 hours had passed he was able to bring me home straight away. All did not go smoothly although it was a good start as I arrived almost an hour early and they went to fetch the Dr straight away. Anyway, the key point was that he injected anaesthetic into 3 areas of my thumb and after leaving it for a while he commenced to flush the wound with saline, I told him that I could feel the saline but immediately afterwards he started stitching and I almost launched out of my wheelchair, the Dr's reaction was that he would administer more anaesthetic AFTER he had finished the stitch he had started. Instead of injecting more he merely squirted it from the syringe directly into the wound; after leaving it for a little while longer he tried another stitch and again I nearly launched into space; the Dr said that he couldn't use anymore anaesthetic and just carried on stitching ALL APART FROM THE BIT OF MY THUMB WHICH WAS MISSING! This was the first time that I had been told that and also the first time that I was told that I had chipped the top of the bone. Apparently the missing part will fill in over time and I actually joked that it must either still be on the saw ....... unless Vixen has had it! Anyway, home now, 2 brews consumed and Vixen has taken her prime spot as shown in the photo this morning. I managed a whole 1 1/2 hours kip last night which is about half my normal amount so perhaps I may get a bit longer tonight. The anticipated hassle to come is that I have to contact my GP on Monday to arrange an inspection of the thumb and a daily dressing change, I fully expect that not to go smoothly at all but we'll see. Time for another brew me thinks! And reverting to sitting in my recliner with the box on from getting up to retiring for the next several days, the only exercise being to get a brew when I want one but there again I may even make a flask to save so many trips to the kitchen. 👍️.

All stitched up thanks.

Thanks Toni. Providing the weather is OK and I can actually get an appointment I can get to the surgery on my mobility scooter as it is about 1 1/2 miles away.

Had the dressing changed yesterday and the nurse has booked me in for Thursday to remove the stitches which seems rather early to me and is making me anxious. The worst thing now is that the antibiotics - co-amoxiclav - have kicked in making me very tired, nauseous, severe headache and have even been sick, apparently these are normal side effects 🤢 Can't keep food down either but have managed a bottle of Lucozade this morning.

Thanks Toni, thumb is still hurty and I am more than miffed that I have been so incompetent to have done it; I am just hoping that this is not an indicator that my pottering in the garage days are coming to an end, i have never had accidents with tools before but the combination of OA and permanent tiredness makes me do daft things. I am not sure that stopping smoking is a good idea, I only did it as the effects of the antibiotics made me feel so sick, I actually miss having a ciggie plus smoking helped me relax! (My only vice; can't drink on Morphine and live alone) Not sure that stopping at my age will make any difference anyway; my Great Grandfather was a tin miner at Geevor and smoked all of his life until he shuffled off his mortal coil in his mid-90s and I am rather hoping I have the same genes! Glad your other half has sorted your motor to your requirements.