Reading the bones

We have a conference daily. It goes a bit like this.
Nurse(or Janet) "Does it hurt?"
Me: "Yes.",
Both of them. "Ha Ha.)
They then manhandle me out of bed and into a wheelchair wheel me to the next room and pour me into the electric chair.
I make obligatory noises like Ooo! and Aaa! while they either laugh happily or tell me keep a stiff upper lip.
My favourite is one of them telling me "It doesn't hurt that bad."
The doctor rings daily and asks how I feel about being X-Rayed. I tell her I will need an ambulance door to door  each way. She agrees but I do not trust the people in Lerwick to do it.
Anyway I need to recover to enable me to have the checks in Aberdeen in November.
I'm not keen on travelling anywhere at present.
We still have two house but are gradually clearing the old one. It would be impossible to live there at present so the sooner it becomes our ex house properly the better.
Apart from asking about the pain, looking for wiggly bones, and assessing my ability to move things they can do little before getting me under the machinery. So coming soon may be the trip to Lerwick.

Frail old bones

I was trying to get from the armchair into the wheelchair. I slipped backwards and decided to throw myself forward again. There appeared to me to be a cracking noise and a lot of pain. I lay in the armchair shouting Oh! and things like that. Janet got the nurse and they got me into bed where I stayed for the rest of the day.  I am taking all the painkillers now. I got up for a couple of hours yesterday but just  a minute or two today.
They mentioned Xrays but I cannot go into Lerwick by car. I will need an ambulance each ways.
The nurse has ideas to stop bedsores and I am taking her advice.
I can watch films on the computer so have some entertainment besides internet chess.
Meanwhile I am reading Frank Muir's autobiography.

Foiled Again

Having arrived at the hospital with my entourage, Janet with Graham and Jeff, I was given a bed but decided not to change and get in in. I was thinking, give me the blood and I'll go.
Anyway the long and short of it was that I had no lung infection and that I would not get any blood. They thought it could give me more problems rather than fewer.
So I got the free lunch which was fish and chips - but the chips were last weeks by the taste. They also had a strange sponge pudding with odd dark bits in it. I thought I would steer clear of that. When I saw someone I knew from previous visits to GBH I asked her to remove the plate.
Since then we have been talking pain management.
They are very keen to have paracetamol in the background whatever else I take. I wonder about steroids as they gave me an appetite and I was able to drink beer and wine. My visitors had the odd drink but I seemed less able to bend the elbow as I had done earlier.
So Graham and Jeff have gone, Margaret and John arrived, Barnaby and Erin dropped in and Emma (Oscar's fiancée) and her father Andrew looked in and stayed a night.
Apart from the doctor on Friday, the local nurses every other day. the MacMillan nurse on Thursday, Rose and Murray on Monday to play Scrabble, and of course some neighbours with a few very healthy looking mackerel, no one else called except the man to fix the door handles.
So I am back in the groove watching the chess competition in St. Louis and looking forward to one in California later this year with a 1 million dollar first prize, oh, and a world championship match coming soon.
I hope to have a star night in September but have not decided which night. I may let people know we have telescopes here and they can ring saying when they want to come. I have to be able to at least get them started before going back into the warm. We'll see.