Good morning all, teabags I’m home! And it’s wonderful. Peaceful. The air’s fresh. I can see trees out of the window. The night’s aren’t polluted by lights and buzzers sounding. The tea, the coffee, the toast . . . . It’s all fresh.
I really don’t know how anyone’s expected to recover on a hospital ward where sleep’s challenged.
I’ve been thinking about a name for my new knee but I’ll have to get to know it better first. I quite like Hamish as it sounds strong and sturdy with a softer side, but maybe Angus is a little tougher. It’s been behaving very well so far.
Bloods behaved pretty well during the whole experience. Lots of corrections and adjustment and basal lowered as the ward was so hot. I wore the libre which only one of the staff, apart from the surgical team, had seen before. I had to protect it from a young nurse who thought it was a heart monitor (on my arm?) and tried to remove it, and I had to explain and demonstrate again and again and again, which felt good. However, it’s now on strike, reading about 3 below, probably because a blood pressure cuff came too close. The other arm had a cannula and was out of action for bp.
I’ve just been reading through the posts, lots going on, as usual.
Finland sounds glorious, and the chocolate liquorice almond the tops Helen.
Titanium earplugs Mel? Only the best!
Hope hope hoping there’s good news from the hospital Karen.
Robin, do you ever stop? So many jobs!
Oh, and I never liked creme eggs, Knikki and Porl can have them all.
