Two Weeks In Pain
Under The Knife
The Everyday Story of Hospital Folk
By John Weathers
A Diary Of Two Weeks In Hospital Under The Care Of The N.H.S
EPILOGUE

WED 16TH July

It is now six months since the operation and the miraculous transformation that I expected has not materialized, but I was expecting far too much, as usual. The current situation is that my neck injury has healed beautifully in spite of the awful infection that dogged my progress until late March. The legs are very slowly but very surely getting better, though I have to take other peoples word as to the extent of the improvement, it is so slow that I can’t tell.

The moral and mental support that I’ve received from friends, acquaintances and my family has done wonders for my recuperation and through this document I would like to thank you all for being my good friends, in particular, all my GORGG buddies, to whom this diary is dedicated.

Of my fellow operates I know nothing, though I do intend to get in touch with Bulawayo, he’s the type of guy who will enjoy my little foray into the aspects of a hospital stay, and maybe young Terry, to see how he is getting on.
I was back at Morriston in May for a check-up. Nothing-there changes except the patients. I went back to the sin-bin, just for old times sake, and found the same old faces doing the same old thing…it was great, even without the chocolate.

The consultant was very happy with my progress and didn’t want to see me again. I must say that I’m not in a great hurry to see him either; the once was quite enough.

As to the future, nobody seems to know whether I will regain the full use of my legs, that’s in the lap of the Gods and only time will tell. Fingers crossed eh?

At the moment I am taking a course in word processing at a local computer college in the hope that I can finally move into the twenty-first century, whether that is possible for an old fart like me remains to be seen, but for the Welsh, anything is possible! If and when I do become literate, I wouldn’t mind having a go at an autobiography, before my memory goes, I do have a story or two that might interest one or two of you.

Just before I finish, I would like to make it plain that the treatment and care I received from the N.H.S was second to none, I have tried in this diary to take a rather light hearted view of what is in fact a very serious business, the business of curing people that are ill, some seriously. Terrible things happen to the nicest people, it’s just one of those things. God, I’m getting all gloomy and that’s no good, so I’ll say only one more thing.

Victor wasn’t quite as bad as I painted him.

But he was bloody close!!!