St Georges Tooting
Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
583Trip End Ongoing
David is hospitalised at the moment. He's given me this entry to post on his behalf. Words typed up by him whilst lying around waiting for the medical specialists to decide what to do with him .................. Lucy
Sometimes it's the flip of a coin or a roll of the dice that takes you to the next place. For us, this little episode was meant to be brought to you from a weekend in Belgium and France. Walking the old battlefields, Lucy drinking cherry beer, and running around the tunnels of Vimy Ridge. But it's not to be.
Select reverse gear, going backwards.
Back in December, we stayed overnight in Hamburg, getting blind at the Christmas markets. In the morning, I awoke with pins and needles in the first two fingers on my left hand and half of my middle one. It was quite weird, lining up in customs and watching one of my fingers pulsate. Lucy called it alien finger syndrome. I had no power over it. I battled on, and went to Spain, before I went to the doctors. He thought it was a trapped nerve but also said I should see a neurologist.
Off we went to Libya and Tunisia. Once back, the specialist was waiting. He was concerned that my muscles were wasting away in my hand and wrist. He sent me to another specialist who jammed needles into me and after having four surround me, they all decided that I had upper median nerve damage ??? I was getting somewhere !!! A couple more weekends in Spain and France, the hand was improving and then the big diving trip came and went.
Then things changed for the worse.
Before we went to ANZAC Day, I awoke with a huge pain in my left shoulder. It hurt to move it. I saw the neurologist that day, and he fobbed me off. Two days later, I couldn't move my left arm. As it was Saturday, Lucy said I should go to the A&E at the local hospital, but I love cricket and it was the final of the World Cup, so I was going nowhere, especially as Australia was in the final. The next day, off we went and they gave me pain killers and said I should go back to the neurologist.
Ten days passed by, and I now had pins and needles all over my left hand. I wasn't sleeping as there was also a lot of pain. I showed the neurologist and he said I now had to take steroids. All I could think of was goodbye balls, hello man boobs !!! Two days later, my GP said, if it gets worse, go to hospital. On Monday, it was. I made a quick call and he wrote me a letter. I didn't sleep much, and in the morning, I now had lost the use of my wrist. I was a true limp-wristed fag boy from Sydney !!! I jumped on a bus and made my way to St Georges hospital in Tooting. The hospital were concerned. They admitted me as a day patient and towards the end of the day, I was visited by another neurologist who checked me out. He told me that I am slowly becoming paralysed down the left arm and that they don't know what is wrong with me. He said they will do some biopsies, but I might never get the full use of my hand and arm again. They say they will keep me here for at least one week, maybe two. I don't know, but I am concerned.
So that is the latest update in the life of Uncle Davros. Down, but not out, hoping to bring you further adventures in the future, once I am better of course.
If you would like some updates, email Lucy or contact her through her blog. She is known as lucinate and hopefully it will put your minds at ease.