out of Theatre
6pm (ish) 18th August *
This is the equivalent of drinking a bottle of Vodka, but it doesn’t taste as nice
A porter wheeled me back to the ward where I greeted my fellow patients and happily climbed back into bed 26. As I started to snuggledown ready for a drug-enhanced dreamy sleep
Stout Agency Nurse walked over with a big smile:
You can go home now
Instant tears. She pulled the curtain around my bed as I spouted all the reasons that I felt that I couldnt go home now:
- I wasn’t stable – I could hardly stand up!
- I would have to use public transport which the patient guide recommended that I should not do (no lift arranged until tomorrow)
- there is noone at home to look after me for the critical 24hrs after the surgery.
She told me that I had misunderstood. Naughty me misunderstanding while I’m drugged-up. She wasn’t sending me home right now. I asked her to leave me alone, which thankfully she did.
Then I climbed out of bed, opened the curtains to my neighbouring patients who were all real sweeties gently teasing me about this and that.