So yep…..I'm still in hospital! I've been moved around a bit, and this is the 3rd bed I've been in. I'm in a four bed ward, and initially I had it to myself, but now there are three of us. And as much as I hate to admit this, I have settled into the rhythm of being in hospital. I know the staff. I know the menus. I think I even know the stock that the shops carry. But to be fair, there are only two shops. And, fantastically, the whole place is completely accessible, I can wheel around to my hearts content, all be it crashing through the doorways.
Some good has come out of this enforced hospital stay……
1, I am having physiotherapy three times a week…..
2, My brother came to visit. And as we had dinner, I realised this was the first time in ages that we had been alone together. The last time would have been pre kids and pre partners, so about 25 years.
3, The Good Man has had some breathing space. This means sleeping in the middle of the bed, and watching whatever he pleases on the TV, without me rolling my eyes.
4, My sister also came to see me when I was on a day visit home. It's always good to see her, especially if she sews up the rip in my dress, caused by not quite stretching over my tit.
And now for the bad……….
5, I am ONLY having physiotherapy three times a week…….
But that's it. I am so blessed that this fantastic hospital is only twenty minutes away from home. I hope to leave later this week……in time for the little man's third birthday.
But this whole thing has got me thinking, and not for the first time, about how lucky we are, when we are born, raised and live within a country that provides free health care. And bloody good health care it is too. And to know that it is under threat really pisses me off. And to also know that the threat comes from within, from home grown Tory wankers pisses me off even more.
So, what to do? I don't know the answer to this I'm afraid. All I know is that I feel pretty helpless, and worried. Being worried is not enough. I, we, need to effect some kind of forward thinking change for the greater good of the whole country…...
If you have any suggestions, please leave me a note…...
Some good has come out of this enforced hospital stay……
1, I am having physiotherapy three times a week…..
2, My brother came to visit. And as we had dinner, I realised this was the first time in ages that we had been alone together. The last time would have been pre kids and pre partners, so about 25 years.
3, The Good Man has had some breathing space. This means sleeping in the middle of the bed, and watching whatever he pleases on the TV, without me rolling my eyes.
4, My sister also came to see me when I was on a day visit home. It's always good to see her, especially if she sews up the rip in my dress, caused by not quite stretching over my tit.
And now for the bad……….
5, I am ONLY having physiotherapy three times a week…….
But that's it. I am so blessed that this fantastic hospital is only twenty minutes away from home. I hope to leave later this week……in time for the little man's third birthday.
But this whole thing has got me thinking, and not for the first time, about how lucky we are, when we are born, raised and live within a country that provides free health care. And bloody good health care it is too. And to know that it is under threat really pisses me off. And to also know that the threat comes from within, from home grown Tory wankers pisses me off even more.
So, what to do? I don't know the answer to this I'm afraid. All I know is that I feel pretty helpless, and worried. Being worried is not enough. I, we, need to effect some kind of forward thinking change for the greater good of the whole country…...
If you have any suggestions, please leave me a note…...
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