Monday - out of bed

Things are supposed to get better as each day passes, aren't they? The problem is when it's happening to YOU, you don't necessarily see it.

Thankfully with the arrival of the zimmer it meant at least I could get out of bed and avoid the dreaded bed pan. Also I now had a nice room to myself. I declined breakfast as it really wasn't worth having but that may have proved to be a mistake.

Nursey came for the dreaded toilette. It was a different set of nurses. They seemed a little less friendly than the previous lot. One reckoned I didn't speak good enough French considering I had lived in France for nearly five years. Well that was red rag to a bull and I all of a sudden became "fluent". She laughed and said I spoke great French when I was angry! To be honest, I really couldn't be arsed to converse much as I was tired, in pain and generally miserable.

I made my way to the bathroom and made the fatal mistake of trying to do my wash standing up. All seemed to be going swimmingly, Johnny popped his head round the door and kindly left me a newspaper. I'd more or less finished, had struggled into my own night attire instead of the horrible hossie gown when I felt ill. A drop in blood pressure, I felt violently sick and thought I was going to faint. If only I had got my trusty smelling salts!! I pulled to emergency bell and stood there. Fortunately there was a chair just in the doorway and I managed to sit before I actually fell over. The things going through my mind - I didn't want to fall and break something else, I didn't want to be sick.

The nurses seemd to take an age to arrive but when they did they rushed around and helped me back to my bed. A senior nurse came rushing in and took my blood pressure and it was pronounced my blood pressure must have dropped but was now nearly back to normal. I failed to mention I hadn't had anything to eat - oops and had stood up for the first time in 4 days! Double oops.