Light dawns. Some sleep had been had. A vaguely acceptable day ensues, mainly thanks to the head nurse, Neil, who is a top bloke. I am sure to scrub up and put on a good show of eating and drinking, walking about etc. to convince him that I should be the next one to get out into an ordinary ward (where they have showers, and proper toilets instead of commodes, no catheters in, no monitoring etc)
4:30pm I am out! Naff hospital pyjamas but better than a gown and catheter. Now the process of recovery can really begin.
I am reunited with all my possessions, including this 'phone....
...and at some point soon I suppose I will let you all in to visit. There will be good days and bad days. Even if I had a very very bad time on Saturday, and even if I do nothing else today, I've already done very well today as it is. That's enough. Just need to take it one day at a time. My momma always said so anyways. And today is after all only Day 3...
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how's the Dawg recovery going?
ReplyDeleteJust to say hi. Yeah one day at a time - Mums are always right. I guess I'll have to eat your pudding tomorrow?
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Here;s a Dawg's breakfast to make you smile
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWe7mdnpNIY