So it wasnt the lurgy...
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Littlejimmy
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Yeah, I've seen some good highlight reels from previous games against Brum on various social media. Always seem to be some goals and some corkers, especially in the days of Mark Viduka. What a player he was.
WeeGord
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That Viduka goal against Brum is still one of my favourite ever Boro goals. Great touch for such a big man, if his head was right he was as good as anybody in the league.
Littlejimmy
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I presume you mean the one at St Andrews where he chests down the throw in and then swivels and smashes it from a crazy angle? Incredible. I also love the one at home where he is on the edge of the area with his back to goal and then turns defenders inside out, dummies the keeper and then rolls it in the net. Almost Maradona-like. No player deadlier with his back to goal.
Littlejimmy
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ESCAPE FROM K-WARD BAY 5
Day 13. My patients is starting to wear thin... (pun intended). This environment is mind-numbing and depressing. All dignity is left at the door, all bodily functions audible. All pain and suffering broadcast. Talked to like children by some staff. 24/7 I hear bleeping monitors, loud alarms and people snoring and shouting on their phones.
It's been just shy of 2 weeks now and I've travelled 20 yards. I know I'm in the best place and need to be monitored but I would love just 30 minutes away from the ward and feel normal for a bit. They said I might be able to move off the wired monitor to a wireless telemetry arrangement soon which would give me some freedom.
I hope there's some news soon and I can prepare myself for the operation and the recovery, which I know is going to be tough but it is finite and not just an ongoing limbo.
I watch the visiting heron outside, he's trying to get in to the pond where there are koi carp. On the theme of fishing, I've started Mortimer and Whitehouse Gone Fishing from the start on iplayer. This should keep me sane.
Whinge over.
Day 13. My patients is starting to wear thin... (pun intended). This environment is mind-numbing and depressing. All dignity is left at the door, all bodily functions audible. All pain and suffering broadcast. Talked to like children by some staff. 24/7 I hear bleeping monitors, loud alarms and people snoring and shouting on their phones.
It's been just shy of 2 weeks now and I've travelled 20 yards. I know I'm in the best place and need to be monitored but I would love just 30 minutes away from the ward and feel normal for a bit. They said I might be able to move off the wired monitor to a wireless telemetry arrangement soon which would give me some freedom.
I hope there's some news soon and I can prepare myself for the operation and the recovery, which I know is going to be tough but it is finite and not just an ongoing limbo.
I watch the visiting heron outside, he's trying to get in to the pond where there are koi carp. On the theme of fishing, I've started Mortimer and Whitehouse Gone Fishing from the start on iplayer. This should keep me sane.
Whinge over.
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Muttley
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Cheer up Jimmy lad, it could be worse, you could have been made to watch the bilge dished up as "entertainment" at the Boro yesterday.
On a more positive note I can think of no finer therapy for your present predicament than spending some time in the company of Bob and Paul not to mention Ted
On a more positive note I can think of no finer therapy for your present predicament than spending some time in the company of Bob and Paul not to mention Ted
Littlejimmy
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London this is Nighthawk...
I have been allowed to venture away from the ward and have been to the coffee shop and the strange WH Smith / M&S shop. I can neither confirm nor deny the consumption of pastry products.
I keep getting contradictory information from the various junior registrars about possible dates for my op. One yesterday said I could go on a virtual ward basis, that is at home but monitored. I can't see that working with home now being North Yorkshire again. Now I have a bit of freedom I'm sure I can manage here. Doesn't feel so much like a care home...
The Indian man could well be from Sri Lanka as he speaks Tamil...so one of his relatives said. I have never heard anyone speak so fast, so loud and in such long sentences. Maybe it just sounds that way. He seems to hold all his conversations early in the morning or late at night. He is also waiting for a CABG. We've both had our doppler scans done on our neck arteries as part of the work up.
I will be able to see people now if I meet them outside. Fresh air is amazing. I'm acutely aware I'm missing autumn. When I finally get out all the leaves will be down...
Edith ze knobs are flashing!
I have been allowed to venture away from the ward and have been to the coffee shop and the strange WH Smith / M&S shop. I can neither confirm nor deny the consumption of pastry products.
I keep getting contradictory information from the various junior registrars about possible dates for my op. One yesterday said I could go on a virtual ward basis, that is at home but monitored. I can't see that working with home now being North Yorkshire again. Now I have a bit of freedom I'm sure I can manage here. Doesn't feel so much like a care home...
The Indian man could well be from Sri Lanka as he speaks Tamil...so one of his relatives said. I have never heard anyone speak so fast, so loud and in such long sentences. Maybe it just sounds that way. He seems to hold all his conversations early in the morning or late at night. He is also waiting for a CABG. We've both had our doppler scans done on our neck arteries as part of the work up.
I will be able to see people now if I meet them outside. Fresh air is amazing. I'm acutely aware I'm missing autumn. When I finally get out all the leaves will be down...
Edith ze knobs are flashing!
Littlejimmy
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Provisional date for my op is 10th November, next Wednesday. Fingers crossed it won't have to be delayed.
So now my anxiety goes from being about being in limbo to being about the operation itself....
So now my anxiety goes from being about being in limbo to being about the operation itself....
Randy
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At least you've got the date sorted Jimmy. That's excellent news. Been anxious about the operation is completely natural but take comfort with the knowledge you'll be in the hands of some of the best doctors in the world.
I think that you are forgetting that the Boro have another match before that Lj
Will be thinking of you as will all on here.
Littlejimmy
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I've learned never to be anxious about the Boro, just expect the worst every time!I think that you are forgetting that the Boro have another match before that Lj
Will be thinking of you as will all on here.
I feel for you having been in hospital for so long with even more time there yet to come.
This probably isn't the right time to tell this story but I know that you will see the funny side.
When I was seven my family emigrated to Oz and within weeks of arriving, I was walking around barefoot, like all
the aussie kids. It took a while for me to adapt to the hot surfaces, being a pale pommie fresh of the boat but eventually took to it
after a few months of hopping and jumping and searching for some cool grass to stand on for a minute or so before having another go at it.
When we arrived back in England at the age of eleven, my mam noticed that I wasn't walking properly. She would say " straighten your knee
when you walk, what's wrong with you?" as she pushed my knee backward to make my legs straight.
I thought that it was a bit hard of her to expect me to walk like a member of the armed forces or a catwalk model at such a young age, and that I
was just simply a lazy little b***ger.
She took me to the doctor and told him of her concerns and told him the story of me not wearing shoes in Oz.
The next thing I'm in hospital and awaiting an operation as the surgeon suggested that my ligaments in my legs must have shrunk due to the heat.
I was in hospital for ten days with these massive plaster cats on both legs from foot to knee and a further month at home being carried up and
downstairs by my dad every time I wanted a pee or to take me to bed.
When the casts were finally removed, my legs were as thin as knitting needles which brought great howls of laughter to my so called school pals.
No matter how much sport I played, my legs never thickened to the size of the other kids and to this day are only as thick as two knitting needles
Oh and the cramps, how could I nearly have forgotten them. They've almost been the death of me whilst snorkelling and scuba diving. They always seem
to come at the most inopportune moments including moments of passion. All thanks to the operation.
The only good that came out of it was the fact that whilst digging in my garden in order to plant trees, I could stand in a hole with both feet where most
could only get one foot in.
Can you believe that a surgeon back in the sixties could possibly think that walking on hot surfaces could do such damage?
I hope for your sake, that there has been some advancement since those dark days.
Take care fella.
Hope you sleep well tonight.
This probably isn't the right time to tell this story but I know that you will see the funny side.
When I was seven my family emigrated to Oz and within weeks of arriving, I was walking around barefoot, like all
the aussie kids. It took a while for me to adapt to the hot surfaces, being a pale pommie fresh of the boat but eventually took to it
after a few months of hopping and jumping and searching for some cool grass to stand on for a minute or so before having another go at it.
When we arrived back in England at the age of eleven, my mam noticed that I wasn't walking properly. She would say " straighten your knee
when you walk, what's wrong with you?" as she pushed my knee backward to make my legs straight.
I thought that it was a bit hard of her to expect me to walk like a member of the armed forces or a catwalk model at such a young age, and that I
was just simply a lazy little b***ger.
She took me to the doctor and told him of her concerns and told him the story of me not wearing shoes in Oz.
The next thing I'm in hospital and awaiting an operation as the surgeon suggested that my ligaments in my legs must have shrunk due to the heat.
I was in hospital for ten days with these massive plaster cats on both legs from foot to knee and a further month at home being carried up and
downstairs by my dad every time I wanted a pee or to take me to bed.
When the casts were finally removed, my legs were as thin as knitting needles which brought great howls of laughter to my so called school pals.
No matter how much sport I played, my legs never thickened to the size of the other kids and to this day are only as thick as two knitting needles
Oh and the cramps, how could I nearly have forgotten them. They've almost been the death of me whilst snorkelling and scuba diving. They always seem
to come at the most inopportune moments including moments of passion. All thanks to the operation.
The only good that came out of it was the fact that whilst digging in my garden in order to plant trees, I could stand in a hole with both feet where most
could only get one foot in.
Can you believe that a surgeon back in the sixties could possibly think that walking on hot surfaces could do such damage?
I hope for your sake, that there has been some advancement since those dark days.
Take care fella.
Hope you sleep well tonight.
LJ Good news that you have a date for your op, bear in mind it is probably provisional and may be subject to change emergency admissions etc. You have no control over the operation but there are things you can do to prepare your self for the op. If i could offer some tips. Eat healthily and lots of vitamins this will prepare your body for repair post surgery. Use the antibac wash they provide putting on clean pjs after using (this may be given nearer the op date). Importantly take a few deep breaths a couple of times/hr this will exchange the air at the base of your lungs and will help prevent chest infection ask to speak to a physio for tips and guidance. Walk around if you are allowed, if you are confined to bed try Not cross your legs it's bad for the circulation ( when your laid in bed circulation slows down if you cross your legs you compress the veins) Do move your feet up and down and in a circular motion. There will be lots of BHF booklets to read just ask. Try not to worry this is a major event for you and your family but the professionals looking after you do this every day it's routine for them. Ask questions if you are worried about anything they would much rather you ask than be quiet and anxious.
Be nice to the nurses a smile and a thankyou will be appreciated.
I wish you all the best and a speedy recovery.
Be nice to the nurses a smile and a thankyou will be appreciated.
I wish you all the best and a speedy recovery.
Hope that my story cheered you up a bit Lj.
There's a bit more to the story so I might as well tell the rest.
When I came to in bed after the operation, I was dressed in what seemed like a girls nightie and had a cage over my legs.
I suppose it was to prevent the sheets and blankets from touching my legs or casts or maybe just to make it easier for me to turn over.?
Either way, it was apparent that the sheets were now too short to overhang the bottom end of my bed and that my little willy and conkers
were on display for all to see.
Particularly the kid who had had an elbow operation and his family that visited him, as his bed was directly opposite mine. His younger
sister seemed more concerned about me that her brother as she seemed to be keeping a tight watch over me.
This caused me much more anguish than the state of my legs and when my mam and dad came to see me that night ,I told my mam
not to worry about bananas or oranges and that I wanted my pyjamas more than anything in the world right now.
She asked me why and when I told her, she went to the bed end and had a peek and burst out laughing. She tried to assure me that
the doctors and nurses had seen it all before and that I was being silly.
I wasn't going to let it go and so I started to cry.
She said " Son you'll never be able to get them on. You have seen the size of the plaster casts haven't you? besides son, there's
a big built up bit like a ball on the bottom of the cast, you wont even be able to get your foot in your pyjamas."
I was really crying now, knowing that I'm going to be a perverts paradise for someone for two whole weeks.
I never thought for a moment the day that I went into that hospital that I would have another thing to be anxious about other
than the operation itself.
It's funny how life turns out though.
When I got older, I became quite good at snooker and billiards and I can only put it down to the fact that at such a young age,
I had learnt the importance of " line of sight " and angles.
I hope that you don't have to suffer similar mate and end up having a cage over you whilst wearing a nightie, especially with,
well you know,? your username being what it is and all that.
Unless of course, I have put two and two together and got it all wrong and that you may have much more than I did at the time.
Regards from Oz
UTB
There's a bit more to the story so I might as well tell the rest.
When I came to in bed after the operation, I was dressed in what seemed like a girls nightie and had a cage over my legs.
I suppose it was to prevent the sheets and blankets from touching my legs or casts or maybe just to make it easier for me to turn over.?
Either way, it was apparent that the sheets were now too short to overhang the bottom end of my bed and that my little willy and conkers
were on display for all to see.
Particularly the kid who had had an elbow operation and his family that visited him, as his bed was directly opposite mine. His younger
sister seemed more concerned about me that her brother as she seemed to be keeping a tight watch over me.
This caused me much more anguish than the state of my legs and when my mam and dad came to see me that night ,I told my mam
not to worry about bananas or oranges and that I wanted my pyjamas more than anything in the world right now.
She asked me why and when I told her, she went to the bed end and had a peek and burst out laughing. She tried to assure me that
the doctors and nurses had seen it all before and that I was being silly.
I wasn't going to let it go and so I started to cry.
She said " Son you'll never be able to get them on. You have seen the size of the plaster casts haven't you? besides son, there's
a big built up bit like a ball on the bottom of the cast, you wont even be able to get your foot in your pyjamas."
I was really crying now, knowing that I'm going to be a perverts paradise for someone for two whole weeks.
I never thought for a moment the day that I went into that hospital that I would have another thing to be anxious about other
than the operation itself.
It's funny how life turns out though.
When I got older, I became quite good at snooker and billiards and I can only put it down to the fact that at such a young age,
I had learnt the importance of " line of sight " and angles.
I hope that you don't have to suffer similar mate and end up having a cage over you whilst wearing a nightie, especially with,
well you know,? your username being what it is and all that.
Unless of course, I have put two and two together and got it all wrong and that you may have much more than I did at the time.
Regards from Oz
UTB
dan_ashcroft
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Hahah I totally missed the “When I was seven” part, and had you down as around aged 50 for the scene. I was thinking how liberal a family you all were, when you mentioned your mum checking!!Hope that my story cheered you up a bit Lj.
There's a bit more to the story so I might as well tell the rest.
When I came to in bed after the operation, I was dressed in what seemed like a girls nightie and had a cage over my legs.
I suppose it was to prevent the sheets and blankets from touching my legs or casts or maybe just to make it easier for me to turn over.?
Either way, it was apparent that the sheets were now too short to overhang the bottom end of my bed and that my little willy and conkers
were on display for all to see.
Particularly the kid who had had an elbow operation and his family that visited him, as his bed was directly opposite mine. His younger
sister seemed more concerned about me that her brother as she seemed to be keeping a tight watch over me.
This caused me much more anguish than the state of my legs and when my mam and dad came to see me that night ,I told my mam
not to worry about bananas or oranges and that I wanted my pyjamas more than anything in the world right now.
She asked me why and when I told her, she went to the bed end and had a peek and burst out laughing. She tried to assure me that
the doctors and nurses had seen it all before and that I was being silly.
I wasn't going to let it go and so I started to cry.
She said " Son you'll never be able to get them on. You have seen the size of the plaster casts haven't you? besides son, there's
a big built up bit like a ball on the bottom of the cast, you wont even be able to get your foot in your pyjamas."
I was really crying now, knowing that I'm going to be a perverts paradise for someone for two whole weeks.
I never thought for a moment the day that I went into that hospital that I would have another thing to be anxious about other
than the operation itself.
It's funny how life turns out though.
When I got older, I became quite good at snooker and billiards and I can only put it down to the fact that at such a young age,
I had learnt the importance of " line of sight " and angles.
I hope that you don't have to suffer similar mate and end up having a cage over you whilst wearing a nightie, especially with,
well you know,? your username being what it is and all that.
Unless of course, I have put two and two together and got it all wrong and that you may have much more than I did at the time.
Regards from Oz
UTB
Littlejimmy
Well-known member
Yes, very good, thanks for taking the time to share it.Hope that my story cheered you up a bit Lj.
There's a bit more to the story so I might as well tell the rest.
When I came to in bed after the operation, I was dressed in what seemed like a girls nightie and had a cage over my legs.
I suppose it was to prevent the sheets and blankets from touching my legs or casts or maybe just to make it easier for me to turn over.?
Either way, it was apparent that the sheets were now too short to overhang the bottom end of my bed and that my little willy and conkers
were on display for all to see.
Particularly the kid who had had an elbow operation and his family that visited him, as his bed was directly opposite mine. His younger
sister seemed more concerned about me that her brother as she seemed to be keeping a tight watch over me.
This caused me much more anguish than the state of my legs and when my mam and dad came to see me that night ,I told my mam
not to worry about bananas or oranges and that I wanted my pyjamas more than anything in the world right now.
She asked me why and when I told her, she went to the bed end and had a peek and burst out laughing. She tried to assure me that
the doctors and nurses had seen it all before and that I was being silly.
I wasn't going to let it go and so I started to cry.
She said " Son you'll never be able to get them on. You have seen the size of the plaster casts haven't you? besides son, there's
a big built up bit like a ball on the bottom of the cast, you wont even be able to get your foot in your pyjamas."
I was really crying now, knowing that I'm going to be a perverts paradise for someone for two whole weeks.
I never thought for a moment the day that I went into that hospital that I would have another thing to be anxious about other
than the operation itself.
It's funny how life turns out though.
When I got older, I became quite good at snooker and billiards and I can only put it down to the fact that at such a young age,
I had learnt the importance of " line of sight " and angles.
I hope that you don't have to suffer similar mate and end up having a cage over you whilst wearing a nightie, especially with,
well you know,? your username being what it is and all that.
Unless of course, I have put two and two together and got it all wrong and that you may have much more than I did at the time.
Regards from Oz
UTB
My username is the one I've used since I started posting on FMTTM in 2001 or so and was after my son who was just a baby at the time. He is now taller than me!
My username is the one etc etc,
bet you're glad to have been given the opportunity to have that cleared up.When I was typing my story to you, my wife came up behind me and asked me what I was up to
I told her about you being in hospital and that I was sharing my childhood hospital story.
She said to me that i haven't changed in all these years.
I asked " What ? "
She said you, you haven't changed in all these years, you're still traumatised by it, you'd rather have a liver transplant than
have your googlies on show.
I laughed and said no not really but it is every mans nightmare to be caught with their pants down.
She said I dont know about that, there are loads of men that are happy and proud to have them all hanging out.
I said that I wished that she had told me that before we got married.
She clouted the top of my head and after she walked off I thought, no ?, surely not ?
it couldn't be possible ?she couldn't have seen too many, she was only seventeen when we got married
Take care mate look forward to seeing you back soon.