On Monday morning, the week began with a now familiar ritual: Professor Krause’s visit. As always, he arrived calm and precise, carefully examined the scar that continues to be somewhat uncooperative, and then changed the bandage. His assessment was clear: the wound is not yet healing as expected. Nothing alarming, but unpredictable enough to warrant close monitoring. Nevertheless, and this was the good news of the day, he made an important decision: to discharge me. Return
It’s Sunday, and if I didn’t publish anything yesterday, it’s simply because… there was nothing worth reporting. A small event in itself: in a hospital, the absence of drama is almost good news. On Friday evening, I was given a new, much stronger painkiller, along with a sleeping pill. The effect was immediate: on Saturday morning, I woke up properly rested for the first time since being in hospital. I slept like a log, no pain, no interruptions, and, most importantly, no l
Yesterday, I was disconnected from all infusions, including the Fentanyl pain pump. An important milestone, certainly, but one I paid for during the night. By the evening, a sharp pain had appeared around one of the scars on my ankle, and the hip incision gradually joined the party as well, to the point that, despite the full arsenal of medication (Novalgin, Paracetamol, Ibuprofen and Oxynorm), I managed no more than two or three hours of sleep. A rather… lively night. This
