welcome back Sundae!

Your room looks nice, I'm reminded of the room occupied by Mrs Fawlty when she was having her ingrown toenail out... anywhooo.

in the last pair of pictures, you look mahvelous, simply mahvelous dahlingk. But the toilet in the other picture of the same post has me flummoxed. it's not really mounted on the back of the bathroom door as you've pictured it, ... is it????!!

Are you home? If so how is Diz Kitty? Are you going to be OK?
Get Well Soon!!!

That's not a door handle, it's the flush handle mounted on the wall.

Mystery solved!

Thank you, my small, smooth brain was beginning to cramp up trying to solve that one.

No, I'm home for good (I hope) although I have to go back for an Outpatient stay which may involve an overnighter.
Haven't got Diz back yet. Am going to call them this morning. So weird not to have him about, I'm so used to being careful when and where I move/ put things down/ eat.

So, at some point between being in the assessment room and being on the ward I had a visit from the Doctor. Important Doctor if his age and girth were anything to go by. We talked through my medical history (again disputed) and my serious concerns about my abandoned cat at home. He pooh-poohed this and assured me they would arrange a taxi back for me the next day to sort out Diz and collect fresh clothes/ toiletries etc.

Next day, same Doctor who came in with Sister. I mentioned it again and things suddenly got both frosty and sheepish. Ahem, well. Seems like his cavalier reply was perhaps contradicted by hospital policy/ my bloods/ general good advice. Errrr, no. No visit home for me. They would send the hospital social worker round to see me and see what we could sort out.

Huh.

From then until he arrived I fretted every second.
It's the sort of thing that can easily fall between the information cracks, and my baby-boy would be abandoned for who knows how long. Insupportable, I would rather check myself out.

Luckily, a very nice chap came to talk to me. All very much no problem, no problem, I can sort this. And he did. And offered help coping with my circumstances after I was released, which I will accept.

So, back to food. Little else to take photos of at that point after all.
Triple breakfast.
Drip at 05.30.
Yummies at 07.30.

Tablets at 08.30.

I fell asleep between each one for which blame the Librium, and again after my shower, during Fake Britain (TV programme) but I understand this is a reasonable reaction.

Dozed on and off between bllod pressure, blood sugar tests, temperature checks and weigh-in.

Then my lunchtime starter.

Just finished my starter and a wheelchair arrived to take me for my ultra-sound.
Doh!
(note, I had things in the wrong order earlier - it took photos of food to remember exactly when the scan happened!)

Came back to no lunch :(
But the kindly trolley lady offered to make me a fresh tuna melt, which was what I had ordered originally.

Then I think I had another sleep.

I was woken up for dinner.
It appears I eschewed a starter, but the little pot of fruit is my dessert.

This is a vegetable pie. And peas of course.
I was trying to open my bowels at this point, in order to be able to leave my room.
Didn't work the whole time I was there, despite being given Lactulose and what I suspect was senna, recognised from my weight-abuse days (pre-Cellar by a long chalk).

Anyway, even though it didn't work in that way it was very tasty.

Breakfast is getting bigger.
If I'd stayed much longer I'd have been pushed to finish it before lunch.

Another lunch starter, another soup.
Tomato and red pepper as I remember.

Non-interruptous this time.
And I broke with tradition and didn't have a sandwich.
Another attempt to impart enough fibre into my system to get myself off of isolation.

And this is what I got to fill out every day, in case you think these just arrive by chance.

And I'm free!
They decided that anyone as incapable as I am at going to the toilet cannot possibly be a risk to anyone other than myself.

Light and airy corridor leading to my ward.
Private terrace for staff (there is another lower down doe patients and visitors - presumably intended to be lower risk).

The room with the little side window open is mine.
The lobby. There is a grand piano and the pianist takes requests.

Lonely cheese omlette because I didn't think it needed accompaniment.
Something with dates in it.

So I suppose it's time to tell you my results, which were tossed at me in a random way, as if they were a suggestion not to forget any of my personal goods before I left.

Enlarged spleen.
Gallstones (although not yet at the point I need to worry about them)
Heart murmer
Fatty liver
Dehydration - extreme which exacerbated everything else
Vitamin deficiency
Jaundice

Advice - be a good girl, eat and drink properly, look after yourself.
Ground-breaking stuff.

Anyway, last lunch. Poor choice.
Juice starter and cheese & pineapple "pizza".
Blackcurrant & apple crumble slice.