The Anonymous Widower

Never On Sunday

I am 75 and I can’t ever remember being called in for a hospital appointment on a Sunday.

But all will change next Sunday, as I have been called in to the Royal London Hospital for a US Doppler Liver/Portal System scan.

The doctors will see what they will see.

December 9, 2022 Posted by | Health | , | 2 Comments

Blood Testing At The Royal London Hospital

The Royal London Hospital is still trying to get to the bottom of my health incident, that I wrote about in The Hour Change Has Completely Knocked Me Out.

On Monday, I had a serious liver scan by ultrasound at Barts Hospital and today, I was phoned up by the Royal London to invite me to take a blood test to check against those that they took a couple of weeks ago.

They said to turn up any day before five and they would do it there and then.

As I was going past the hospital this afternoon, I turned up about two-thirty, without a prior appointment.

I logged myself into a queuing system, which was more McDonalds or Leon, than NHS and sat for about fifteen minutes, whilst the patients in front of me were tested.

As I sat there, I was approached by a doctor doing research. He asked if I would give a couple of extra vials of blood for his research.

As I knew that this would only delay me for a few more seconds, I said yes and filled in his form, which asked no important ethical questions.

Is the system in use at the Royal London Hospital research-friendly?

Suppose, a researcher is looking into the frequency of a particular gene in a population. They could just ask patients for a sample.

November 24, 2022 Posted by | Health | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Hour Change Has Completely Knocked Me Out

Last Saturday, the 29th of October, the clocks went back and I’ve not had a totally good week.

On Tuesday, I couldn’t get dressed, as my gammy left arm and hand didn’t work.

  • I also felt a bit unsteady, as if I’d had a couple of whiskies. But then, I never drink anything more alcoholic, than 0.0% real ale.
  • As there was no-one else, I dialled 999.
  • An ambulance came and took me to the Royal London Hospital, where nothing was found.
  • But as my body  responded to the hospital’s superb air-conditioning, I was allowed to go home.
  • T think the hospital thought I took a taxi, but in reality I took the Overground to Dalston Junction station.

They had suggested, that I should take my planned trip to Doncaster. Which I did!

  • I took a Hitachi Class 800 train to the North.
  • And I took an InterCity225 train home.

Both have air-conditioning that only affects me positively, unlike Class 390 trains, which have put me in hospital before.

On Thursday, I wrote up my trip, or at least the ticketing in An Affordable Trip To Doncaster.

On Friday, I fell asleep on the floor and missed a friend bringing round my washing.

On Saturday, I woke late, went out for lunch and then watched the television.

In the evening, I was tired so went to bed at nine, which is unusual for me.

I got up at nine and did my trip on the Elizabeth Line, which I wrote about in Taking A Train Between Abbey Wood And Ilford Stations On The Lizzie Line.

As a Control Engineer, I tend to believe that the loss of the hour a week ago, has been the cause of my erratic sleeping.

I’ve also got a strange skin that I wrote about in My Strange Skin.

November 6, 2022 Posted by | Health, Transport/Travel | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

How To Recycle A Hospital

The old Royal London Hospital is starting to emerge from its plastic chrysalis, as the new Whitechapel Civic Centre.

It is now eighteen years, since my granddaughter was born in the hospital with a congenital hernia of the diaphragm.

  • There were twenty-three people in the delivery room.
  • She was operated on within forty-eight hours by the incomparable Vanessa Wright.
  • She left hospital many weeks later.
  • Last year, she had her eighteenth birthday and entered the world of work.

A few years ago, I met one of the nurses, who’d looked after her in the hospital. On hearing of her successful life, she was exceedingly surprised. But also exceedingly happy!

But then success in life, is often down to those you meet! And my granddaughter happened to meet one of the best!

January 18, 2022 Posted by | Health | , , , | 1 Comment

Life After Pancreatic Cancer

The London Marathon always throws up human stories.

This one from the Argus, which is entitled Youngest London Marathon Runner Raising Funds For Medics Who Saved Her Life, is one of the best I can remember.

These are the first two paragraphs.

The youngest runner in the London Marathon is undertaking the challenge to raise money for the medics who saved her life by carrying out surgery to remove a tumour from her gut the size of a large grapefruit.

Lucy Harvey, from Poole, Dorset, was admitted to Poole Hospital in January 2019 with appendicitis, but the pre-op scans identified a mass on her pancreas.

This story has really touched me.

  • My son died at 37 from pancreatic cancer.
  • His daughter, who is now eighteen, was born with a congenital hernia of the diaphragm and was saved by heroic surgery in the Royal London Hospital by Vanessa Wright.
  • I support pancreatic cancer research at Liverpool University, where I met my late wife in the 1960s.
  • I raised a little bit of money, for the pancreatic cancer study I talk about in There’s More To Liverpool Than Football And The Beatles!.

My granddaughter now lives a reasonably normal life!

October 3, 2021 Posted by | Health, Sport | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

A Mysterious Attack On My Body

Last Friday, I went to Birmingham and looked at the extension of the West Midlands Metro to Fiveways and Perry Barr station before it is updated for the Commonwealth Games.

I also took a detour to Wolverhampton station to see how the new transport interchange is progressing.

I had travelled between Euston  and Wolverhampton on my least favourite trains – Alstom’s Class 390 trains.

  • The seats don’t align well with the windows.
  • The trains are cramped because of all the tilting mechanism.

These trains must a nightmare for anybody taller than my 1.70 metres or heavier than my sixty-two kilos.

But the biggest problem of these Pendolino trains is that Alstom updated the air-conditioning a few years ago for Virgin a few years ago and I find the air inside too dry.

I am glad to see that Avanti West Coast have ordered new Hitachi Class 807 trains for running to and from Liverpool.

In my few hours in Birmingham, I didn’t have much to eat or drink.

  • I had a hot chocolate from a stall outside Wolverhampton station.
  • I also took a box of Leon’s gluten-free chicken and a lemonade onto the train home.

I was fine until I got to about Watford, but about I felt a need for the toilet. I waited until Euston and then it seemed everything in my body went down the toilet in the station.

Saturday

I had slept well on Friday night going to bed after the ten o’clock news as I usually do.

I spent a very quiet Saturday mainly watching sport on the television and not leaving my house.

Sunday

After a good night’s sleep, I noticed things seemed to have gone a bit wrong with my left hand.

  • I couldn’t get my left arm to co-operate with putting on a shirt.
  • I had trouble opening a yoghurt pot, by gripping it in my left hand and ripping the top off with my right.
  • I couldn’t tie my shoe-laces and had to use a pair of slip on shoes.

But

  • At no time was I having any balance problems and bathed successfully,
  • I did manage to get to the shops at the Angel to get a few bits and pieces I needed.

In the end I phoned 111 and they decided, I should be looked at professionally in hospital.

Royal London Hospital

Once in A & E at the Royal London things started to get better.

  • A CT-Scan had shown no problems.
  • I had a negative Covid test.
  • They did a few blood tests.
  • They told me that I had an infection.

But remarkably after an hour or so, my hand had started working normally.

The only reason, I could think, was that the air in the hospital was fully climate-controlled, whereas at home, it was just hot and dry.

They kept me in overnight and after a couple of human-based checks in the morning sent me home in a taxi.

Conclusion

The whole episode does seem so like an incident I described in A Couple of Days in Hospital.

May 12, 2021 Posted by | Health, Transport/Travel | , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Is Whitechapel Station Emerging From Its Shell?

I took these pictures this morning at Whitechapel station, this morning.

I have broken them into sections.

The Overground Platforms

There is work to do, but they are certainly useable and safe for passengers.

Overground To Sub-Surface Lines

What an elegant way to hide the structure, that holds everything up!

Whitechapel Road

My granddaughter was born in the old Royal London Hospital.

Sub-Surface Platforms

The detail of the lights and the various platform fittings looks good.

Whitechapel Station In 3D

This Google Map shows a 3D image of the station.

It’s one of those sites, where you’d choose somewhere else.

Crossrail’s Progress Video From February 2020

Conclusion

The builders seem to be getting towards the final stages.

As they have a lot of testing to do, I suspect the earliest day for trains to be running through with passengers, would be sometime in November 2021,

 

February 2, 2021 Posted by | Health, Transport/Travel | , , , , | 5 Comments