Since Sept. 1st I have been released from hospital. What should have been a routine one day situation on June 8th turned into a 80 day nightmare with eleven operations (9 fully under, 2 local in case you wanted to know) as the infection inside my foot proved to be much harder to control than was originally believed. The first month I stayed at UCLH where the views aren’t bad.
Then I was sent to The Royal Free in Hampstead where things did not improve at all, in fact they deteriorated badly and only after pumping up to a pint’s worth of antibiotics intravenously of two different types in Aug. did things brighten up, be it at a slow pace. I think I am very lucky to keep quite a good part of the foot and that I eventually ought to be walking as normal again. Fingers crossed.
I take my iPhone downstairs and manage to snag a shot of one of the operating staff peeking through. Phones and cams are not allowed down there so I have to hand it back to the nurse, but the shot is in the bag.
Without feeling the need to brag I was under pretty heroic morphine dosages for the entire period as well, and this concluded with a terrible comedown, while at home, after I finished the oral course in the third week of Sept., I do not wish the terrible 50 odd hours I had, to anyone, it is utter hell. The detox from Trainspotting comes to mind if you need visual comparison….. :)
Lying on a bed for a long time gets you thinking and I am going to start shooting more. For starters some metal shows. I am going to start scanning more of my archive in for the book projects I halted for a while, and also will set up some sort of printing service as well.
I still have a few months to go and do not expect things to have settled for the best until well into the new year, but things are going good.