I asked Martin to write his version of the events of Thursday and Friday because, as you will see, as from Thursday afternoon I was completely 'out of it' on a very high dose of morphine indeed. But back to the beginning, Wednesday morning I had woken up with my legs more swollen and more painful than ever which was disappointing as i was expecting some improvement by now, 48 hours later i thought i would give Mary a call and see what she thought. Mary thought the same as i did - that i should not be suffering such excruciating pain and swelling now - and that i needed to be an inpatient at the hospice. I left Mary arranging my admittance to St Marys which would be on Friday morning.
The rest of Thursday i did very little, Cat was off work and decided she would cook roast chicken for us that evening - and very nice it was to! I had been sitting in the little wheel chair all day, scared of getting out of it in case it hurt, so by the evening the inevitable happened - i needed the loo. We, the whole family, uhmed and arhed for a while deciding how to do this. Martin and Edward would help me stand and hold onto the zimmer frame and Cat would hold the 'pot'. OH MY GOODNESS - THE PAIN, THE PAIN!! MY GOD THE PAIN!! I was screaming, sobbing and crying, it was simply awful for the kids to see me like that. They were all crying too. I decided then and there that i was going to stay in my chair all night as i wouldn't be able to get out of it on my own. Martin wasn't very impressed by this idea but what choice did i have?
Cat was going out with her friend Donna but would be returning about 1:00am and would sit up with me for a while. Sure enough, Cat and Donna came home at 1 ish and stayed up chatting and watched tv. During this time i decided i wanted to put my feet up, on a low stool. Getting them up was easy enough, but getting them back down was awful - crippling pain - and i was finally convinced something was WRONG - very wrong. Cat called the emergency doctor out - and this was the first time 'break' had been mentioned. He said he thought he had broken my left femur. The doctor left a letter for the hospice which arranged me to have a x-ray on the way there in the morning. He gave me the option of going into the hospital that night via 999 but i refused - I would wait till the morning and have a 'temazepam' to relax me.
It was a long night - Cat, Donna and I was watching an old tv detective series then Donna fell asleep on the sofa. Martin was up early showered and on the phone to St Mary's to learn an ambulance would arrive before 11am, which it did. Fortunately I was asked to stay in the wheelchair to go in the ambulance. It was only on arrival at Selly Oak Hospitals A&E Department, that i needed to be transferred onto a trolley to go to x-ray - and this is the point where i lose the plot - and Martin takes over.