"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

Alun helped carry my cases and bedding in. I normally get admitted to Hospital on my own but today there were 2 other patients with worried family members sitting by them. I noticed the new patients only had 1 bag each.

You’ll learn very quickly that the pillows are inflatable and as uncomfortable AF. The blankets are staticky and weird, clinging to your body as you try to sleep through the night. I bet in the next few days, I’ll see your bedding brought in 😉

Here are photos of my room:

So here I am. My admitting Nurse is Geraldine. She talked a lot about turning 50 this year. I knew the “rules” and said the required “What? No way! You don’t look that old!”

Apparently my blood pressure is alarmingly high. Just like it was at the Hospital when I went in with the migraine from hell. I told the Nurse that.

She asked if I had “any sharps or meds”. Serious questions make me want to rebel with stupid answers, I don’t know why. I wanted to say “Uhh just a machete and a bag of coke” but I willed myself to behave.

I confessed to overdosing on Sunday by taking ALL my medications so I had nothing left to bring in. Their pharmacy will order more. Hmm. We’ll see how that goes, shall we?

I’m very tired and my kidneys and liver ache terribly. I wonder if the Nurses will let me have painkillers or if I’m not allowed due to the overdose?

It’s 11:57am. Alun has gone, I’ve unpacked and tried to make my room “homely”. I have to go line up for lunch in 3 minutes.

I much preferred during Covid when meals were brought to our rooms along with a menu. I’ll feel awkward asking for food. Especially junk food now that the Camilla D&E has gone out the window. I will get back onto it once I am discharged (what a horrible word) from hospital.

Wish me luck.

Big hugs to Shanti and the “odd guy” who commented, it’s hearing from you both that is getting me through these experiences you know xx