Thursday 8 July 2010

So far, so good

Well, the operation seemed to go ok yesterday - he didn't need to visit ITU this time! He was off to theatre at 2pm and returned to the ward at 5pm, conscious and wrapped in what looked like at plastic bag (it was actually a recovery blanket type thing). Anyway, his flap was stitched; a new drain put in his neck - a stitch had come loose in in neck as well, so that is tidied up; his scar on his neck has been extended slightly; and a tooth has fallen out! Not sure if the tooth fairy visits in hospital...?
He was back up and sitting in his chair when I left, fingers crossed it will be third time lucky.
One more thing, I now have access to Rick's email account - he has no secrets safe from me now! - so I will check to see if he has any personal emails and print them off to take in. He's asked me to ask his blogging public not to stop responding to 'Somechickensomeneck' either. That is all messages passed on for today, more tomorrow.
Catherine

7 comments:

  1. Rick - your head isn't going to fall off is it? I've lots of pritt stick and blue tac if you think it might!

    Ollie has been training Molly dog for you, you won't need your physioterrorist!

    Get home soon, typical local authority employee skiving off work!

    Luv H, T and Molly Dog's new best friend.

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  2. I'm almost positive that the Tooth Fairy does go to hospitals. X

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  3. Rick must surely be on the mend, there's not much of his original body left!

    Todays selection is inspired by Cheeks' tales of teething problems...

    Song: Going back to my roots - Lamont Dozier
    Film: Jaws
    Quote: ...that dear little baby tooth, with a small tag attached, reading: 'The first bicuspid that little Willie lost. Extracted from Daddy's wrist on April 5th.' W.C.Fields

    Keep smiling!

    Barney

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  4. Rick what are we going to do with you, teeth falling out; back and forth to theatre, are you a frustrated actor by any chance? If you are then you should know that the theatre is supposted to have a stage not a couch?
    by the way could you hurry back to work please - according to the diary your supposed to be interviewing this week.

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  5. Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
    And spotted the perils beneath,
    All the toffees I chewed,
    And the sweet sticky food,
    Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

    I wish I'd been that much more willin'
    When I had more tooth there than fillin'
    To pass up gobstoppers,
    From respect to me choppers
    And to buy something else with me shillin'.

    When I think of the lollies I licked,
    And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
    Sherbet dabs, big and little,
    All that hard peanut brittle,
    My conscience gets horribly pricked.

    My Mother, she told me no end,
    "If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
    I was young then, and careless,
    My toothbrush was hairless,
    I never had much time to spend.

    Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
    I flashed it about late at night,
    But up-and-down brushin'
    And pokin' and fussin'
    Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!

    If I'd known I was paving the way,
    To cavities, caps and decay,
    The murder of fiIlin's
    Injections and drillin's
    I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.

    So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
    And I gaze up his nose in despair,
    And his drill it do whine,
    In these molars of mine,
    "Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."

    How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
    As they foamed in the waters beneath,
    But now comes the reckonin'
    It's me they are beckonin'
    Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

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  6. A little joke to cheer you up!

    Guy goes to his doctor's office for a cold, and the doctor, looking very harried, comes into the room and gives him a quick but thorough examination.

    Doc tells him, "Sorry, but it's a madhouse around here, what with all the swine flu cases and all. I'm just going to write you a prescription for - "

    And the doctor goes to pull the pen from the pocket of his lab coat, only to discover that it's a rectal thermometer.

    "Oh great," he mutters in disgust. "Now some asshole has my pen."

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  7. Im really glad it seems to be good news at last.

    Tell him everyone at LBTH is asking about him and thinking of him and cant wait to see him back in the office.

    All our very best wishes, Dave, Carole & Kids

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