A Reaally Bad Day (1980 09 17) Part 5

In the Previous Missive, I omitted to mention that I had also broken my Breastbone and and many ribs!

Thinking about the Title?, I realised this is going to turn into a pretty Bad rest of the Year , with a few High Points.

I insisted that they bring Chris to me so that I could see how she was, this was done in a Wheelchair , and I was relieved to see her, and have a few words.

Someone brought Wayne to see me( my Eldest)who was 7 at the Time, there was a shout , "Daddy"he ran out screaming?

There were no mirrors in the room ( probably for Good Reason) evidently my Head was twice it's normal size and I had long hair which was packed with Mud!

Made from soil and Blood!

There was a Chill wind and a window was left open one night, and here I get Pleurisy , when I lay back in the Bed it felt like I was drowning.

They put 19 pillows behind me ,to prop me up, and I would have to lock my legs straight in the sides of the bed in order to stop me sliding down, so I could sleep!

There were plenty of Visitors through the Rooms everyday.

With the open wounds I had ,Someone was coming everyday to sniff at me, I assume looking for any sign of Necrosis?

A friend of Mine Charlie A. came to visit with his Wife who brought me a Litre of Cabbage Juice to Drink?, insisted on watching me drink it down , as she wanted her Container Back!

Vile, is not a strong enough word?

Modern Photo of the Hospital.

Some of the Visitor's mention to me, The Doctors say you will be here between 5 to 7 months?, I say ( did I mention that I am slightly arrogant?) I will be out of here in a week!

I immediately start getting the Nurses to pick me up out of the bed , hook my right arm over the food table( they wheel over the bed to you) and start trying to walk, I think I made 3 steps the first time, but in a day os so was making a pest of myself, up and down the corridors.

And yes , it was a Week later that both Chris and I were taken home 31 days after the Accident.

It was probably a bit Early , but there are so many depressingly sick and injured people in Hospitals?

I will continue with more reasonably interesting Tales on my Life.