Well last evening of comfort before i go back for my last HDC session
Just as my body recovering, they put me though it again
Back to. Nurses taken my blood pressure at strange times of the day, i think the worst one is the 6am check
Nice as they are and the reasons they do it, its still a pain,
Yuck hospital food , dont even need chemo anymore to make me feel sick.
Hopefully i get a room to myself so nicer then a bay with others being checked and rushing to the toilet,
What i do know is that one way or another it come to an end
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Bless you my love, we'll find things to keep you occupied while you're in lock down. If they try to put you in a bay, just start throwing things at fellow patients when they're not looking and then when they start shouting at you, claim they're upsetting you and the distress is too great for you to stay on the ward.
Last time I was admitted to hospital, I was stuck on a ward with a woman who came to be known as 'Scary Patricia'. She was stuck on our ward because they had no where to put her and she had been bought in by the police when she was discovered trying to break into her own home. Unfortunately Scary Patricia was a tad off her face and couldn't stay conscious long enough to explain why she had lost her keys. She was asked to take off her clothes and put on a fetching hospital gown and so she stripped down to her knickers and tried to escape the ward.
They asked her if she was on drugs to which she very took great offence and said not at all, only to then reveal she might have had a quiet night out with a couple of friends. What does a quiet night look like you might ask. Apparently to her, 18 vodkas, 4 pints, cocaine, heroin, methodone and diazapam. All I can say is I'd hate to see her on a big night out!
Scary Patricia was given 2 security guards to stop her from leaving the ward so she took great pleasure between periods of unconsciousness in swearing at them, throwing things, accusing them of all kinds of illegal activities. Scary Patricia had lost her phone in the police car and proceeded to accuse the staff of stealing it, then (because she couldn't remember arriving) of abducting her and finally of stealing her children. It turns out she'd fractured her ankle but she refused to attend an X Ray because she was convinced it would steal her soul. In all fairness the consultant didn't help matters because they asked her questions she could never hope of asking someone that off her tits and that stupid to answer, such as "who is the prime minister?", "what year did World War II end?" and " what is 7 x 9?" Eventually she asked her to repeat her address and she couldn't even manage that.
Do you know what the final insult was? She was off her head and I'd had a seizure, temporarily lost my sight and gone numb on one side of my body....and who do you think they sent the drug and alcohol worker to see?!
You'll get through this stint in hospital my love and in the mean time there are plenty of people to keep you smiling and let you rant when you need it. Just remember, we've nearly constructed 2 whole outfits so you're committed now! xxx
Good luck Damon. Hope it's bearable and that you are home soon. I've been reading your blog and i think you might be wrong you know -the market is turning, I think you are going to see a fair few profits from now on on Homes Under the Hammer. Might just mark a change elsewhere too. Hope so xxx
Wishing you all the best bud for your last session. I know what you mean about the 6am check. When I was in the first 3 nights I had checks at 10pm, 2am and 6am!! I was completely knackered! I said, your having a laugh, are they trying to kill us off or what ;-) Anyway they dropped the 2am one then thank goodness. Chin up mate. Think of that beer at the end xxx
