Sorry, it has been nearly three months since my last post. I can assure you that it has not been due to loss of interest in the model, but rather to complications with my diabetes.
Back in mid August I developed a blister on my heel and visited the hospital podiatrists as an out patient (as per standing instructions
) for treatment. The blister had other ideas and stoutly refused to respond to any treatments and indeed, after a couple of weeks, decided to up the ante be turning into a necrotic ulcer
.
Team podiatry responded with three different types of weapons grade antibiotics
but the ulcer was winning and the vascular consultant was called in.
. His opening salvo was to send me for a CT scan to see what he was dealing with.
It transpired he was dealing with arteriosclerosis of the femoral and popliteal arteries (the motorways of the vascular system, not the A & B class roads) and I would have to be admitted for angioplasty to open up the narrowed vessels, improve the blood supply to my heel and cure the problem. A process that would require only four days in hospital
.In the meantime they would reinforce the 'cillins with larvae therapy (maggots to you & me
).
One week later I was admitted for my four day stay for the angioplasty. I was also hooked up to three different types of WMD strength IV antibiotics (collectively known as "Domestos" by medical staff as this combo' kills 100% of all known germs
.) four times a day.
Yeah, right
Seven days later I was wheeled into theatre for angioplasty under local anaesthetic. After 40+ years as a paramedic, humphing heifers up and down stairs, my back was shot and I was unable to lay flat on my back on the operating table with only a local anaesthetic for the angioplasty, despite four doses of equine painkillers which would, I was assured after each dose, space me out and remove the pain....nada
As I had been given enough to flatten an elephant with no effect, it was decided to stop the operation after the femoral artery had been dealt with and deal with the popliteal artery under a general anaesthetic at a later date.
In the meantime, as the smell of decomposition coming from my foot was becoming quite offensive and starting to attract flies ( I know we all joke about smelly feet but I was seriously abusing the privilege
) one of the surgical minions was tasked with surgically debreiding the dead tissue. (rank has it's privileges and consultants should not be subjected to such malodorous surgeries.
) and ironically, a second round of maggots. (All the way from Wales at £400 a shot.
No expense spared.
) Local angling shop would have done a bucket for less than a fiver.
A few days later it was back into theatre for the second round of angioplasty under general anaesthetic, only to be told the next day it had been un-successful
. I was told my options were now a bypass with all the associated risks or an amputation.
. After a full and frank discussion with the consultant, it was agreed that as a result of the current covid regulations banning all visitors from the hospital, I could go home for the weekend to discuss the options with my wife.
On the Friday I was getting paroled I was informed that the infection was starting to affect my organs and a bypass was no longer an option ( as the consultant put it, lose your leg or lose your life.) so it was a very different discussion when I got home. However it did allow me the time and opportunity to get my head in the right place when I returned on the Monday to the extent that the consultant said he would actively consider allowing others to do the same.
On the Thursday I lost the leg ( well, strictly speaking, I didn't lose it. The surgeons took it, they just didn't tell me where they put it.
) and was due to be released from hospital the following Wednesday only to be woken at 06:00 on Tuesday to be informed that the bloke in the bed next to me had tested positive for Covid-19 and they would still let me out but I would have to go straight into self isolation.
I feel so much better and did not realise how ill I actually was (48 hours from complete organ failure). I would like to thank the NHS for saving my life, the members of the modelling community including the SAA council, Dave Johnson, chairman of the LMA and the members of my own club ( who have collectively said they will never get on an aircraft with me
) for all the messages of support.
I now need to look at what I need to do to adapt my workshop to allow me to continue with my modelling activities, however, the first order of business will be to clear it out as my wife took the opportunity of my months incarceration in hospital to use it as a store.
and have been warned to expect "Japanese subway train" when I try to open the door, especially in a wheelchair. My wife wants to be there with a camera to try and capture the expression on my face when all my treasured modelling gear tumbles out to meet me as I open the door.
I know this has nothing to do with the build but I felt it was only fair to those of you following the build to explain the delay since my last post and the delay before the next post whilst I reclaim and reconfigure my workshop.
It has also been incredibly cathartic just writing this out in a post.
Thank you for sticking with it,
yours,
Stumpy.
p.s. I'll post pictures of the stump if enough of you really want