Of course, Andy is in the hospital ward that is furthest away from the main entrance. So that was my 10,000 step target met for the day. Honestly, at one point in my striding down another endless corridor I thought I was going to have to set up a base camp and boil a kettle for tea. Anyway, I soldiered on and found his Lordship in a six-bed bay at the end of Ward 10 - he was even in the bed furthest away from the ward door! Any further away and he'd be out of the window and in the ambulance bay by A & E.
Anyway, I arrived bang on the start of visiting time (2-4 p.m) despite being stuck behind a Transit van that seemed incapable of travelling at more than 20 miles an hour which is VERY odd for a Transit van, n'est pas? I presented a bag of gifts to his Lordship : clean change of clothes, Kindle and charger, headphones, puzzle book and pen, massive box of fruit (grapes, strawberries and home grown raspberries), Jaffa cakes (well known for their anti-inflammatory properties) and some home made cheese scones. I also pimped his washbag with a new bottle of shower gel (zingy lime) and his shaving kit; he is a brush and shaving cream man.
We then went for a walk along the endless corridors to the coffee shop. Just because I think his Lordship is going a teensy bit stir crazy.
Anyway, the update is that Andy is spending a second night in hospital. The inflammation in his arm and hand is going down, and his white blood cell count is normal which means the infection is localised. This, I believe, is a good thing. As are the normal temperature and blood pressure. He is having intravenous antibiotics every six hours, and every now and then a doctor will come along and squeeze his hand but I don't think this is for reassurance - I think this is to check the yucky stuff emerging from the puncture sites. There has been some talk of maybe having to undergo a general anaesthetic to have any remaining yuck drained from his hand, but it might not come to that and things mostly seem to point to Andy being sent home tomorrow. When I say 'sent' I mean me having another 40 mile round trip to go and fetch him. I tell you, I am getting to know the roads of North Shropshire VERY well indeed!
And amongst all this hoo-ha Andy sustains a remarkable cheerfulness. He feels terrible for having to be off work as he does not like to let down his colleagues. But for a man who has a very swollen arm that has to be permanently in the elevated position, and a canular (is that how you spell canular?) in the other for the adminstration of antibiotics he is, well, on good form.
So there you go. Progress has been made. Thank you for ALL the messages, emails and phone calls. I have passed on all your good wishes and Andy says, 'Thank you!'
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