Today is fairly well mapped out, as is tomorrow morning until 7.30 am. I know I have to stop eating at midnight tonight, miss one pill out, add a double does of another and be ready at Urology reception at 7.30 with reading material, spectacles and a…
Today is fairly well mapped out, as is tomorrow morning until 7.30 am. I know I have to stop eating at midnight tonight, miss one pill out, add a double does of another and be ready at Urology reception at 7.30 with reading material, spectacles and a dressing gown. I just bought a new lightweight one for hospital use. My normal one is rather bulky and they have stressed I should only take one small bag.
After 7.30, it is all a mystery. I assume it will involve waiting around, a fair degree of embarrassment (why can I never have a hospital visit that involves keeping my trousers on?) and some medical stuff that will definitely, if blogged about, fall into the realm of oversharing. There may be a blog tomorrow, as I'm expecting to be out by the evening, but it will probably avoid mentioning anything medical. Apart from the cannula. I hate them. They irritate me. They are always given to the least competent member of the team to insert (one once took 13 attempts to get it in) and I have never yet had to use one in an emergency. These "emergencies" where you need instant access to a cannula just don't seem to occur. I suspect they exist only in the minds of the people who wrote the standard operating procedures, and a group of NHS lawyers.
Robin Hood and the warning are from bed curtains at the hospital. I managed to find them amongst the uncaptioned WP photos. My photo library really is a mess. I couldn't find a cannula picture. I may try to take one tomorrow. Then again, perhaps not. Somehow the time has crept round to 12.16. The day is going and I have a lot of books to sort . . .
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