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out of Theatre

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6pm (ish)  18th August *

Hospital WalkwayI can’t be sure of the time when I came round. I wasn’t screaming. A nurse noticed me gain consciousness, she was prepared with my request for a pain killer

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.

out of Theatre 2 vote(s)
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This scribble was published on Wednesday, September 26th, 2012. You can follow any banter on this scribble with the RSS 2.0 feed. You can share your inspired musings after typing the anti spam word near the bottom of the page. But no Pinging because its too naughty.

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  1. ExpatEgghead writes:
    September 26th, 2012

    This sounds like a very sophisticated torture chamber with nice fellow inmates.

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  2. Indigo Roth writes:
    September 26th, 2012

    Oh, PLEASE tell you punched this woman’s lights out? What a *bad word*! Indigo x

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  3. wendy writes:
    September 27th, 2012

    Expat, I think you’ve got it tagged well.
    Indigo, the nurse escaped with just us patients sniggering behind her back in a subversive manner because we all seemed like happy souls – unlike her stoutness….

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