There have been small steps in progress yesterday and today, but on the whole, it appears that I'm in a phase of consolidation. After 12 days of complete constipation, they're now pumping laxatives into me to loosen me up. They've put me on antibiotics as a precaution. A few more tubes have gone.
The Professor sounded very confident and optimistic this morning, more than at any other time until now. I'm feeling generally good and have made a few excursions out into the park on my own to enjoy a bit of autumn sunshine.
It looks as though I'll remain here until the second half of next week before transferring to rehab. I'm hoping that I'll be able to go home from here for half a day or a day to switch some laundry and get a few bits and pieces together for the rehab. It will be too far for anyone to be able to bring me anything once I'm there so I'd better make sure I have all the necessary equipment before I leave.
I phoned the kennels this afternoon and announced that I probably won't be able to take the dog back until January or February. That's okay. They'll keep him there, and he's happy enough in those surroundings. Unfortunately, I don't have another solution for him.
A sea change in your fortunes by all accounts Tony, and delighted to read of your escapades.
ReplyDeleteSorry though about the situation with your dog as i know I would be lost without my faithful companion, a 5 year old, 47 kilo Rhodesian Ridgeback called Chaka who is by my side constantly especially during marathon walking sessions in and around the local woods and heaths.(there are photos on my blog).
Take care trooper and keep up the entertaining blogging; it gives us all something to smile about on balance.
Cheers (I've switched to Guinness to combat anemia)
David