Day 7
Woohoo, hold on to your hats, I've been wheeched, whirled, twirled and spun round and round, I feel like I'm at the funfair and just stepping off a particularly vicious go on the waltzers. In actual fact, Andy has taken me for a very sedate 10 mph drive round the hospital grounds with the roof down, I think it's safe to say I wont be driving myself for a wee while! Bummer, I love driving but I shall have to settle for being Lady Panelope until brain function returns to normal.
It's been a very quiet day today, it felt like Morrocco Mole was having a rave in my head last night and invited all his friends round resulting in my head thumping all night long and the upright dozing position had to be resumed which was slightly tedious, (he could have been a bit more considerate and waited until after midnight when I was at least asleep to start the thumping!) but never mind that, I watched the sun come up out the window which brightened everything up.
I've spent most of the day dozing and quietly chilling out. More steroids got pumped in early afternoon again and they really seem to knock me out. Initially the steroids made me feel like the ball in the pin ball machine, zipping and dinging off everything, now it's quite the opposite, more of the slow ball that a toddler rolls down the bowling alley at 0.5mph in a wonky line which bounces off the side stoppers and that you will to make it to the end of the alley. Needless to say my afternoon of snoozing was wonderful, even managed to lie down for it, luxury!
I thought I'd better make the effort to get some fresh air and as usual wondered past casualty (lots happening in there today, no pots on children's heads to report yet though), there were a couple of ambulances emptying people out but I just meandered past and kept my head down concentrating because I wasn't walking in a particularly straight line (it was after the waltzer incident) and I thought they might come and get me, I may have looked slightly drunken and did trip over my foot, doh!
Something unheard of happened the other day and I forgot to tell you. It's a fact, known to all mankind, plain and simple: Moo doesn't walk anywhere quickly. He has one speed, no I stand corrected, two speeds; amble, (and for special occasions such as pipe band competitions) march but that really is only brought out for the pipe band. Well, on Saturday, Moo would have beaten Bolt off the blocks. I have never ever seen anyone remove themselves from a hospital room so quickly in all my life, it really was quite astonishing. I also watched the colour drain from his face like someone drinking a strawberry milkshake through a straw, you know when you see the drink empty down the glass rapidly. What on earth brought this on - blood, guts, human entrails?.........no, the mere sight of two nurses carrying a small blue tray escorted by Stan (the stand). As soon as he clocked the nurses and Stan (who didn't even make it through the second door may I add) he had scooped up is keys, phones and near enough leaped over the bed to get out the room before the platelets appeared, shouting a very quick "see you on Tuesday maybe" as he whizzed past. The nurses did shout after him that he didn't need to go but he was long gone. Lucky they didn't come at the beginning of the visit or it would have been a very quick one Moo :-) x It has now been noted though, I know you can hurry if you have to!
I also found out something quite interesting about my room today. There are 6 side rooms, all very nice, en suite and all that malarkey however the other rooms have one door in and out, my room has two doors in and out which makes it a bit smaller but it doesn't bother me. I had been thinking that maybe they thought I was going to be noisy (couldn't be further from the truth, spend most of the time unconscious!) but I found out today why I have two doors, it's not that I need them, just that this was the empty room when I came. This room has an airlock. It has the ability to be sealed in and create negative pressure so if you have something like swine flu the bugs don't escape. It also has the ability to have special gases pumped into it which you absorbs through breathing, very fancy. Note to self, best behave or they'll gas me, make it the laughing kind please.
Right, I'm going to sleep before Morrocco makes an appearance. Toodlepip.
Just in case you are still awake...hope that mole has shut up....I am thinking of you. Meg is my Godmother and has been telling everyone about your blog....I hope that's OK! If you want to see something silly look at my Facebook page to see Nick and Nancy amusing us after supper......... All love, Emily. Xxxxxx
ReplyDeleteHi Emily, glad Meg is enjoying the blog, everyone's welcome to read,I'm thrilled she's telling people about it, the more the merrier! I did have a quick keek at the dancing duo last night, some slick moves there! All good here and on the up fingers crossed :-) x
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