The Mini Moss Project

At last, I’m free to go home, after nine days in hospital. Just as well, I feel like a pin-cushion, and the heating and hot water at home have packed up!
Another week of antibiotics and I can finally celebrate New Year as well.

I can’t hold it much longer!
Apparently it’s not actually green, it’s orange plasma, trapped beneath a purple blister.
I did some walking tonight. To the toilet and back. My toes still don’t reach the ground, so there’s still some swelling, but I’ve only got 9 more batches of antibiotics, and one more canula, to go then I’m out of here!

I thought I’d show the rarely seen dark side of the calf today, and I can’t not show the bubbly bits!

Something’s happening to my leg. I think a new landmass is developing. A bit like in Superman Returns.
Apart from that, it’s beginning to get a little better, although I still can’t walk. My consultant told me I need to stay in until Sunday, which means I’ll have been in for eight days. By Sunday I should be able to walk a little, and may have started to slough off the purple ankle-cuff. Woo-hoo!

My attractive leg has stabilised a little now, and has even started to get better – not that you’d say so if you saw it.
Because people are back at work today, I was able to make some phone calls and get a bed at the London Bridge Hospital. Which is a hospital near our house in London, rather than a hospital for bridges. Once we eventually got a transfer letter out if my consultant in Margate, Pip drove me (foot on dashboard) up to (and, oops, into the side of) the hospital and I know sit in a private room with a minibar, room service and wifi. I will miss the old codgers tonight, well a bit, for a while.
How about some closeups showing the attractive black colour I now sport?
My Mum thinks I’d make good crackling.