As most of you have guessed things really have not been good. My father was extremely poorly but the hospital did sod all to help any of us with even the very basic information, let alone care. I'll round that up another time so we have family notes etc plus for those interested. Despite having an infection and running a temperature the hospital sent my father home early without forewarning on Wednesday 26th September last week. He was discharged from the ward at 9.30am and whilst still waiting at the hopsital from which he wasn't allowed/able to leave til 5.30pm the wound burst open. He thought the stoma bag had gone again as it went everywhere.

The photos behind the cut on the previous entry (Surgical wound pics) (WARNING - extremely graphic vomit inducing photos hence the cut & separate post) are of the state of the open wound the hospital sent him home with. It measures some 12 inches long on the main wound, has what the District Nurses call three separate wounds, one of which is called a cavity wound because you can see into the body inside which is fucking freaky. And they sent him home like that complete with stoma that not's staying on and forgot to give him the barrier cream for the stoma which is a crucial piece of medication for stoma care. Hence the medic call out by me on Saturday as the stoma exterior skin was bubbling with blood which was also gross & is not meant to happen. The District Nurse said it will be at least two months before the surgical wounds can start to properly heal & that's without taking his diabeities into account.

To crown it all, I had an extremely bad week myself cumlinating in having to be moved to my parents home for my own care by my mother who also has my father to care for. On the very day he came home via volunteer driver they had to get me in the same car & shift me when we all knew I shouldn't be moved as my own pain by then was extreme but got even worse in the car journey to their place. The local carer group came out on emergency to help me that day, then came out to feed my cats Thursday & Friday. Saturday my mum with Tilly came to feed my cats before going to Tescos, the cared for (me) had to be the temporary carer for my father as he can't be left alone but we also need food etc.

I will clarify a load of things another time when I can as it helps me remember. I'm really not good in myself but these things happen, my timing however for serious splat attack couldn't have happened at a worse time :-( Tobacco & I have never been parted before, Rosie & Susie have only ever known me away from them for maybe a total of three days previously over all the years I've owned them but have had to stay at my parents. Homecoming was full of joy on all sides to be reunited :-) However things have been absolutely terrible here, mental & physical pain have been extreme. And there's a very long way to go for all of us.

But I'm still managing to smile, I have too, I got home to find that my three brave feline guardians of the household had let mice eat my spare loo rolls whilst I was away!!