I am well aware that I have not posted in a fair while but life has a habit of catching up with you. 2018 had been an awful year as far as we are concerned, and particularly as Ann is concerned. We have both injured ourselves, there has been a death in the family and it has been very difficult to deal with the aftermath.
Ann spent an unpleasant nine days in Paphos Hospital, where some of the staff do not seem to understand they have a duty of care towards their patients. Ann was placed in a ward with three other men, and the attitude of some of the night staff when it came to pain relief had to be seen to be believed. I managed to collar a young doctor on one of my daily visits and actually find out what Ann’s problems were, what the treatment was meant to be, and to find out why she was being denied pain relief. The right hand did not seem to even realise there was a left hand.
Eventually the hospital was prepared to discharge her, but we needed a nebuliser and an oxygen supply at home. I bought a nebuliser at the local pharmacy, and a local charity leant us an air concentrator for as long as we needed it. Enormously generous. That was weeks ago and I have seen a gradual improvement in her condition. I suspect the hole in her lung has eventually closed itself.
We return to the hospital in mid-January to see the specialist and to discuss further treatment. We are both optimistic and will not be sad to see the end of doctors and hospitals.
Our wood burning stove is on the horizon and it will be marvellous to be snug and warm in the winter. The damp problems of the last couple of years are, it would seem, cured and there is no sign of mould anywhere after the recent heavy rain. Hallelujah ...
