Well, I’m out of hospital now and settling down for my second night at home. I’m quite disappointed by how weak I still feel, even something as low impact as a coffee up at Lemon Blues and a little rummage in a charity shop has left me feeling utterly wiped out. I found a nice hand embroidered tablecloth for 50p though 🙂 And some purple buttons. Still, my blood sugars have been quite good today, so I think things are getting slowly back to normal.
I. Just. Feel. So. Tired.
Still on the HDU and feeling pretty rotten about it. I’m waiting for a bed on the ward so that I can be transferred there but in the meantime I’m sat in a very expensive bed chewing up valuable NHS resources. This unit is soooo high dependency that there isn’t even a toilet as the usual patients are either bedridden or use a commode. I have to go sneaking off to use the staff khazi…
The food was slightly less awful today, or maybe I’m just getting institutionalised. Sweet and sour chicken was actually edible 🙂 And I quite like jelly and ice cream, which is the diabetic option…
Beardy brought Scroticule to see me today, which was lovely, I’ve missed my boy soooo much. He was full of it, of course, because they came by bike and he just can’t get enough of that. Speaking of which, they’re on their way here now 🙂
I’m still in the HDU at the Royal Glamorgan Hospital, out of the woods now thankfully; so just wanted to thank the fabulous doctors and nurses for quite literally saving my life. I only found out today just how close to death I really was and it’s a very sobering thought.
Thanks doesn’t quite cover it, really, does it?