It’s been quite a trying time still but I can notice a difference now. I’m not quite so jumpy or prone to trigger into a seizure at the noises which I used to. It’s not due to any treatment as that only started on Friday, more getting used to them I believe. Whichever, it’s nice to feel less “on edge” and I am now walking with my sticks again as my balance has now returned to my “norm” of standing on a corkscrewing ship.
I suppose I’ve come a long way from the week before Christmas and now feel comfortable to launch into the full treatment, starting with my first physio session tomorrow afternoon. The CBT session on Friday was really a chat about who I am, what my life was in general and me learning to translate her accent………………….. lovely Italian lilt, but just as difficult to follow sometimes as many of the nurses here. I’m certainly having my eyes opened as to the cultural conglomeration in our fair City these days.
I’ve been
talking so much that Leoni and Francis have taken to wearing earplugs, but my
speech is becoming more fluent and comprehensible (I think), even if the
content is unquestionably twaddle.
The bad boys
of Camberwell must’ve been abroad this weekend as the sirens have dropped
whilst the planes increased. Maybe they had
a weekend on the razzle in Prague?
I’ve only
got 2 chocolates left from my son’s Christmas present of toffee caramel fudge……………had
to sacrifice 2 to a good cause last night.
One of the nurses was having a crisis and was sore in need of chocolate
to sooth her so 2 were donated to good effect.
And on that note, our Housekeep of 3 weeks received a phone call at
4:10pm Friday afternoon to inform her she would not be returning to the ward on
Monday and to report back to her old job as receptionist to 3 doctors in an
empty unit on another site. This was a
shock to say the least as she has made a huge improvement in her short time
her, concentrating on bettering meals, cleanliness and generally being a
wonderfully thoughtful person who occasionally would pop up with maybe a
chocolate slice or cappuccino from Costas!
Deeper, darker forces at work in the HR department apparently!
Francis is
whipping up enthusiasm for an outing to the local Ruskin Park sometime during
the week. We’ve been promised it’ll be
considered and we might even get a picnic to take. I’m trying to find out if there’s anywhere
for an ice-cream. Strangely this is the
first hospital I’ve ever been in that does NOT serve ice-cream EVER! Chicken, chicken and more chicken in various
guises, tinned fruit at every meal (as long as it hasn’t been thrown away
before I’ve gotten that far………….more on that subject another time) and yoghurts flooding the place. BUT, we did have a roast beef dinner today with
all the trimmings………….well, a yorkshire, carrots and roast potatoes………………..they neglected to
actually tell us about the broad beans on offer too and threw the whole lot
away untouched! Something they do seem
keen on is rushing the meal time, so me being me I'm digging my heels in and I WILL
get the message across that I do not like main course and dessert served at
much the same time……………there really is no room on the table along with the hot
sauce, Daddies sauce, vinegar and Ribena!!!
I suppose I’m just being bolshie, but a protected hour’s mealtime means
something to me, not just shovelling in calories, but a friendly, convivial conversation
too, enjoyed in the company of wonderful companions on our voyage of self-discovery and healing.
Well, it’s now
Sunday evening and time to rest, gird our loins (NO not that, look it up Leoni) for a new week and slumber
blissfully as well we may. However, after
Francis’s antics this evening concerning stockings, suspenders and basques(?) I’m
am maybe going to stay awake all night with matchsticks propping open my
eyelids rather than suffer the nightmares and visions that his wearing of these
garments engenders……………….apparently Donna and Bridget are to blame for these
fetishes????
And on that note, Goodnight,
best wishes to all and remember…………..all is not what it seems……only some of
it. Working out which is which is the
hard part! HUGZ XX
PS Check out Leoni's new wheelchair, has funny ribbly propeller bits on it and in the cutest red! Can't stop her rushing all over now. No more summonsing a nurse! :-)
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