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Just in case you thought I'd resumed normal posting, fear not! The knee injury saga continues...

This entry describes me being in hospital. It's not especially graphic, but it does contain references to medical stuff and illness and post-operative issues. If you'd rather avoid that kind of thing, then the short version is that the operation was successful and I'm home now.

Day 142-143 )
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I've got a bit behind... This post relates to the day 110 days after I fell down a mountain and bust my knees.

Day 110 )

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I went to the hospital yesterday. My previous appointments at that hospital have been on Fridays, when there must be some sort of paediatric clinic as it's always been overrun with small children. Yesterday there was nary a child in sight; instead I think it was knee injury night and the waiting room was full of people with extravagant limps.

While I was waiting for my turn, both Mr Pain and Mr Hurt were called (separately) into consulting rooms. Also Mr Beard, but he doesn't seem to fit the narrative.
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Off to the hospital for another MRI this morning (we're on day 19, if you're following along). If you want to really confuse hospital staff, turn up wearing an extravagant legbrace when they have an instruction to MRI the other leg.

Which turned out a little more exciting than hoped )
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The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I ruptured knee ligaments skiing, and am currently mostly sitting on the sofa. Day 14 (Friday) is a trip to the doctor to hear the results of my MRI. Contains medical details, though not especially gory ones.

Day 14 )
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The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I fell over skiing and ruptured a bouquet of ligaments in both knees.

Day 6 )
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The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I fell over skiing and hurt my knee. As we start, I am back in my own flat.

Day 4 )
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What is it with Oxford's hospitals ?

For years, two of the main hospitals in the city were called respectively the John Radcliffe and the Radcliffe Infirmary. People frequently referred to either as "the Radcliffe".

Why yes, since you ask, that did cause quite a lot of confusion.

This morning I headed up to The Nuffield, Headington, for a physio appointment. I was running late (having broken the cardinal rule of Oxford driving, notably do not go up Divinity Road when in a hurry). I then wasted twenty minutes in various different departments until we finally deduced that I should have been at Nuffield Hospital Oxford (The Manor). Which is also in Headington.

Next time anyone builds a hospital in Oxford, can we lobby them to give it a name which is, like, distinct from all the other medical establishments ?

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