Day 9 (Tuesday)

Well that was very short lived! At 9pm last night I had a raging fever over 39’C out of no where. I wasn’t unwell, I didn’t feel sick or anything. I was just sat in bed watching the final episode of House of the Dragons (which I didn’t get to finish!). The fever lasted about 30 minutes. But it was enough for my surgeon to be called and he came out to see me.

He said I want you back in to the main hospital on a ward so we can keep an eye on you. The worry is that fevers appear to fight infections, which I may still have in my lungs. I had finished a bought of antibiotics the day before (Sunday).

I called ilke and she came back to the Nuffield hospital to help pack my stuff together and at 11pm I was carted back to a ward of five elderly gentleman. I was put on nil-by-mouth until they were happy so had a drip that filled my bladder every two hours.

At 2.30 am early ours of today, I was taken down for my 5th CT scan in this hospital. To say I know the staff and procedures now is an understatement!

Back to bed and ear plugs in to block the snoring and fart chorus around me. They also do their number 2’s at their bedside so I slept under my sheets to filter the shit particles. It’s not nice at all.

Doctor just seen me, they are happy with the CT results, no leaks or issues with my new stomach so I’m back of “free fluids”. So yogurt and apple juice now and leek soup for lunch. I said I want out of this place today. I’m fit and well and fed up in this ward, not doing my mental state of mind any good whatsoever. They are going to consult with the microbiologists to determine what antibiotic I need and see about moving me back to Nuffield.

I’m very fed up now. Oh great the bloke in bed next to me just threw up his breakfast everywhere 🤮🤢