Four days in Llandough con't
30th/31st
Late afternoon on Thursday I was wheeled down to X-Ray ( probably to make sure the joint was put in the right way round and no extra bits added - I wonder if they ever have a couple of bits left over like when you put together a flat pack?)
I had to wait in a chair in a public place in my nighty, for around half an hour. The X-Ray nurse was very nice and quite impressed that I could walk round on my crutches so soon after.
I had to wait another half hour to get back to the ward - there were only three porters on shift for the whole hospital.
The evening was much the same as the previous but by now the itches had ceased and apart from having to get up every twenty minutes for the toilet and having obs done every hour, the night was better.
In the morning I managed to wash myself sitting out of bed AND change my knickers by myself.
Basically there was nothing much of note to that day. I had the all clear from physio ( did several exercises including up and down a few stairs). Had the dressing done again and arranged for Fliss to come and pick me up in the evening. Put my outdoor cloths on and waited.
One thought about it all.
The food was apaulling. There were four ladies a lot older than me, all being sick and dizzy for various reasons. One was Indian with very little English and a vegitarian. They were not getting better as quickly as I was.
However the fault does not lie in the quality of the food.
The human body is a machine and needs fuel to keep it going. I think we have become far too fixated on what we taste. Eating can be a pleasure but uppermost it is a necessity. The food was perfectly adequate for purpose and we should all look on it as a need not a luxury and not be fussing about whether we "like" what we are eating. Getting something useable inside is far more important than enjoying the process. Unfortunately there is a lucrative market involved in the sale of food and we've been brainwashed into thinking it SHOULD be an enjoyable experience to eat. I learned back in my early 20s that it's better to simply get down everything thats put in front of you (in hospital) or spend longer getting yourself in a fit state to re enter the world. Yes there are some things I simply couldn't bring myself to eat but thats more to do with source than taste.
Had a 45 minute wait for the porter to get down to the car because in the evening there were only two on duty.
Still. Now I can finally start planning ahead after nearly twelve months in Limbo.