Thanks. I'd really like the chair tomorrow, but knowing I'll have something decent in a few months is a huge relief.
As for the toe, it's more a holding strategy until I have it properly looked at in an appointment I've been waiting for since early February. They actually rang at 6PM Tuesday to say "We've got an appointment on Friday for you", so 2.5 days notice, but I had to tell them I'd be at the other end of the country on Friday (headed north for a fortnight, so I'll only be about intermittently). I then got a reminder for it this morning and had to ring them up again, but at least this time they rearranged it to the 18th.
The nurse-practitioner I saw was your classic nursing type, but the nurse she got to do the actual work was a grizzled ex-squaddie with muttonchop whiskers and 'tache (I kid you not) and the typical squaddie sense of humour. We had a great chat - he was trying to recruit me to play wheelchair rugby, which apparently he plays with a bunch of ex-squaddies, even though he's not a wheelchair user himself. I might have been tempted if he'd said wheelchair basketball, but murderball's too vicious for me with the typical set of players, never mind ex-squaddies!
The treatment is another course of flucloxacillin, and cover it with iodine infused mesh and a dressing - exactly the same treatment I had post gall-bladder surgery last year.
And thanks again. That's another result for Kab's wheelchair evangelism ;)
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As for the toe, it's more a holding strategy until I have it properly looked at in an appointment I've been waiting for since early February. They actually rang at 6PM Tuesday to say "We've got an appointment on Friday for you", so 2.5 days notice, but I had to tell them I'd be at the other end of the country on Friday (headed north for a fortnight, so I'll only be about intermittently). I then got a reminder for it this morning and had to ring them up again, but at least this time they rearranged it to the 18th.
The nurse-practitioner I saw was your classic nursing type, but the nurse she got to do the actual work was a grizzled ex-squaddie with muttonchop whiskers and 'tache (I kid you not) and the typical squaddie sense of humour. We had a great chat - he was trying to recruit me to play wheelchair rugby, which apparently he plays with a bunch of ex-squaddies, even though he's not a wheelchair user himself. I might have been tempted if he'd said wheelchair basketball, but murderball's too vicious for me with the typical set of players, never mind ex-squaddies!
The treatment is another course of flucloxacillin, and cover it with iodine infused mesh and a dressing - exactly the same treatment I had post gall-bladder surgery last year.
And thanks again. That's another result for Kab's wheelchair evangelism ;)