welcome to Rutterances -- I survived

Welcome to Rutterances -- why a blog..because everyone else does it.  Because it means I do'nt have to type the same stuff twice -- and I am a rubbish typist.  Because its a way to make up for all the casual conversations that I would be having if I were in normal circulation....so the big news is that I survived surgery, a week's contact with doctors and nurses and now have a thigh the size of a tree trunk, a brand new hip where before there seemed to be papier mache (or at least nothing that would show up on an X-ray).  If you are really interested my very nice conusultant has a vaguely sicko website (www.hipsurgery.org.uk --where you can ook at fund stuff like "hip replacements in yunger patients == its nice to be in for a procedure where you are definitely in the bottom quartlie of patients ) -- he is pleased beacuse the op was "technically excellent" -- sounds like he was a contestant in stricly come operating -- he found bonus things to do and without my permission broke my leg and turned it through sixty degrees....(am probably glad I wasn't too awake when he did that -- though will be intrigues to knwo whether anyone recognises me without my best known feature).  The downer was that the BSE free lifestyle plus blood loss in the operation meant I took longer to recover, needed a blood transfusion on Saturday and was three days longer in hospital (and at £650 a day that is quite a non-performance penalty for me.....)  But am now down in Chichester and definitely into recovery phase...and may have to revisit my objections to eating beefam already forgetting the hopsital experience...but the big surprise was that there were some really nice nurses..less surorsising was that with the exception of the consultant the only English people I saw all week were my visitors -- soa testament I suppose the the success of immigration policy...not least since they were all very nice and have even taught me how to inject myself (not very well...but now one barrier to imminent junkiedom has fallen).  That was the German nurse Anne from Stuttgart-- with whom I had a very interesting conversation about the word for squeamish in German.... any advance on blutfuerchtig which I made up.....??the other saving grace of my time in hopsital was a combination of the Aussie tennis....watching the march of Tsonga and the downing of Federer and the last ever Test played by my great hero Adam Gilchrist..... in a moment of bizarre empathy I was sure he would stand down when I saw him drop the first innings catch -- it was just too klutzy -- more like our work rounders team than an Aussie wicketkeeper...  but am already aiming to get up for the 20/20 on Friday -- 8.30 here -- but one of the things about havign a non-functioning leg is that everything takes forever -- and all the little things you never think of -- like reaching for a phone; putting on socks become near impossibilities when you can't bend or twist....or indeed move very muchstill my £4000 hip (final bill still to be advised -- what else would that by me -- two new tata cars;  a week for two at Sandals Barbados....? )should soon swing into action -- though am already taking the rest part of the recovery plan mroe seriously than the physio bit....so that might be enough for starters -- and may be for finishers as well.... am not sure how much I will have to muse on down here.... daytime TV?  events in the car park (am a bit worried that our research shows that you recover better with views ofhte naural environemtn and the view form mhy mother's front room is of teh Chichester festival theatre car park... I'll have to take succour from the branch I can see out of the corner of my eye...

if you want to comment (esp on German for squeamish) woudl love to hear from you ....