Seriously, don’t read this. This is not a marketing trick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes the bed was the recipient of a pint of old man pink urine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poor poor Maria.!!!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway we had enough protectors to not get to the mattress itself but it\u2019s 30 years old so it\u2019s going anyway. And it missed the duvet miraculously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
G,A,L,A this all relates to our bed not either of yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The levels of indignities really stack up with this kind of illness and subject to the durability of your loving carers the only thing to do in my view is not to despair and if you can, laugh. In this case it\u2019s just not<\/strong> funny. Flashing your bits to your daughter-in-law (L was the recipient of that last visit) is just about funny. Or I hope it is?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maria\u2019s morning of tomato plant transfers evaporated in laundry liquid and bleach. I watched Bourne 3. We had a routine treatment appointment at 1:00 which progressed quite well. I am no longer allowed to self administer because they want to close monitor me after my platelets plummeted. So we have to go in twice a week, bloody awful for Maria, I don\u2019t mind at all and she says being the saint she is that she doesn\u2019t mind either. She does get her Italian homework done to a level her teacher must be super impressed, if somewhat overwhelmed, by, given the amount of marking required by her most diligent student. (Sorry G)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway the only surprise at the hospital was the wonderful dr alia had managed to pursuade nurse happy (that\u2019s her name) to fit me in for a last minute (un heard of at York MRI. They need to know what\u2019s going on in my bladder so I am very grateful she has pushed it forward \u2013 she spent literally the whole of yesterday afternoon on the phone. I love her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I admit my weaker self emerges nearly tearful, and scared with MRI \u2013 not the results, they will be what they will be, the actual procedure. And the degree of \u2018I want my mummy, can I go home\u2019 is inflected by the amount of time I have to stay totally still with bad back ache which in this case was to be 90<\/strong> minutes. I have never had one this long. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s unusual, but for me it was unpresidented and I was momentarily ready to do a Bourne, knock the staff unconscious with my ju-jitsu and escape to Tangier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then miraculously I was delivered a restorative gift in two forms. I had a big bottle of opiate liquid with me and some paracetamols. Slugged em down like a heroine addict in the changing room. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a02nd. I had forgotten the liberating effect of the catheter together with its accompanying nappy to catch the pink leaks. I was free to piss, leak and even poo anytime. It took them 20 minutes to find Radio 4 but by them it was chilling to the accompaniment of \u201creversing lorry in my bedroom\u201d and \u201ccouncil workers like to drill.\u201d The standard MRI hits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Back to haematology to get my next dose in the belly and collect my quota of drugs. All good, got a cup of tea shortbread biscuits and some crisps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Back home to Bourne. \u201cShe\u2019s standing right next to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n discovered that it was my nappy that was causing the catheter chaffing rasping. Did some reconfiguation much better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ate some sea trout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 12 hrs later woke up \u2013 bed and self completely soaked in sweat. Vinnie not happy so he has decided to sleep more or less on my head. Like he is on desert island, you know the one with the single palm tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n vinnie left early slightly damp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 18 hrs later \u2013 sickness kicking in \u2013 no prob I am ready this time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Seriously, don’t read this. This is not a marketing trick. Yes the bed was the recipient of a pint of old man pink urine. Poor poor Maria.!!!!! Anyway we had enough protectors to not get to the mattress itself but it\u2019s 30 years old so it\u2019s going anyway. 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