Friday, 22 May 2009

Munchausen Syndrome

My beloved has been in hospital for more running repairs. Component failure has struck again but this time it is a shoulder. Eventually I fear he may look like this but I shall love him just the same. I may be some time.

16 comments:

Philipa said...

Best wishes to Elby for a speedy recovery. xx

Trubes said...

Poor Elby, In Hospital again. I wish you a speedy recovery.x

Di.

Elby the Beserk said...

Thanks for the well wishes.

This one's been building up for over 40 years, when I dislocated it (school rugby), and it had no remedial work done on it.

Typing with one hand slowly :-)

Plus 25 years of 6'6" of me chained for 25 years to a keyboard hasn't helped.

On the other hand, the op was done by the same surgeon as did my hip, so I'm confident he's done a good job. Got switched private by the NHS as well, so all-in-all a good deal. Plus a good whack of Sister Morphine not long after I came round. So - mustn't grumble eh? :->>

lilith said...

Plus, Elby, you have an attractive nurse...

Tuscan Tony said...

Best of Tuscan luck to the excellent fellow!

I very nearly bought the Robocop trilogy on Amazon yesterday by odd chance - they have it at a very reasonable £ 5.97.

Grumpy granny said...

You'll have to change your nomme de guerre to Arnie then. Get well soon (we need Lilith back asap)

Philipa said...

Elby I know from experience what value a good nurse. Twas from a lack of good nursing aftercare I ended up back on the table. Methinks you are a lucky gent. Get well soon.

I've heard tell that speed on a rugby field protects one from harm. But then you are not the kind of man to run away from sport ;-)

Lils, if you are making chicken soup I'd love the recipe. All that boiling and skimming crap off the top put me off before but I'm willing to have a go now.

idle said...

The way he was rushing his pint to his mouth, last time I saw him, I'm not surprised. RSI.

Just make sure there's a good slosh of sherry in his morning bovril, lil, and don't let his mates deliver any gentlemen's magazines.

He'll be fit for the North Face of the Batcombe Eiger again before long.

The Lakelander said...

Get well soon Elby.

I trust it's not your drinking arm that's affected....

Elby the Beserk said...

Idle,

That was a very fine pint of local cider. A return visit a must.

Lakelander,

Happily, no :-)

Scrobs... said...

That's bloody painful Lils, and as someone has pointed out, the drinking arm has to be the one mended with the utmost urgency!

Isn't there something called a 'Cuff' around there, where if you're really unlucky, everything seizes up and you have to learn to lift a glass with the other arm?

If you send me the plans of what he's had done, I'll build him a special piece of kit to take the strain out of modern living, and he'll find himself a new man - er I mean he'll find...does he take sugar...(slow breeze whafts the tumbleweed...)

Get better soon Elbows...

Scrobs... said...

"That was a very fine pint of local cider. A return visit a must."

Can you still get Hancock's cider round your way?

It was made in a garage somewhere west I thought...

Elby the Beserk said...

Looks like a Devon brew, Scroblene.

Drink up thee zyderThough we do of course see roadside signs indicating scrumpy selling farms.

Rotator cuff is the term for the what keeps the shoulder going. And here's what can go wrong with it.

I had some more bone taken off (as per the hip), the bursa removed as it was FUBAR (that's the little pad that cushions tendons going over joints); to deal with that, bone was shaved off to cater for this missing, and some repair work on the tendon was done. But minor really, compared with the hip.

Ow! My shoulder!And I do indeed have a gorgeous nurse :-)

stanislav, a young polish plumber said...

Shoulder ? Shoulder is pish. Elaastoplastic job. And couple of anadin in coca-cola. Stick elastoplastic on and is right as eightpence, innit. Fuck me, ten second and is job done. Vet can do, or girl guide or saint john of ambulances. Anyway, sounds like whole new fucking set of bits and pieces off stanislav taxes and go in private upgrade with Tory MP.

Heart, now, heart is proper shit. Emergency! Ward Ten stuff. And ER with sourface cripple midget doctor on walking stick. Heart is Though I walk through in valley of fucking death, shall not fear no motherfucker stuff, only bowels is churning. And is why stanislav say, Fuck off sawbones, leave heart alone and stanislav just lead decent christian life. Only not like snot-eating Presbyterian sonoffuckingbitch in Downing Street, horrible fucking bastard, son of fucking manse.

But get better soon even though is only like having splinter or burn off nettle and big fuss about fuck all.

love from stanislav

ps can send some morphine up in Scotland, best part of England ?

Elby the Beserk said...

Sadly, Stan, that was that for the morphine; and yes, you are right, this was a minor piece of embroidery compared to heart surgery. Orthopaedics dealing with the mechanical part of the body, yes. Men with knives leave my organs alone as long as possible please. Please.

Gordon the Ruiner said...

I am coming for you Stan. Hide your shitcakes