Sunday - don't bother visiting

I was very upset with what had gone on so far that Sunday, as with the whole weekend to be honest. I was in pain and confused and to top it all had to face the "toilette" thing again. This time I know what to expect only they threw a curved ball. The wound drain, which to be honest I hadn't realised existed, was removed - boy THAT stung! Then the epidural thing in my back was removed and the wound dressing changed.

I was free of everything that linked me to the bed the downside is I had to move...out of the bed...and onto a chair! A brand new zimmer frame appeared, as did a lovely commode. I was assisted out of bed and onto the zimmer then finally onto the commode where I was wheeeled into the bathroom and left to brush my teeth and "perform" in privacy. I managed the smallest of pees and the nurse sternly told me I was not producing enough and probably had an infection. Well I had news for her, if you don't drink and don't eat there won't be much to come out!

I did eventually manage to get onto my chair, modestly covered, bas hiding knees and gown covering most other things. Dr G arrived, did his usual, sternly told me it was the last day of rest as from then on we were going to work. I needed to be using one cane as quickly as possible.

I called hubby and advised I was up for visitors and he and faithful house elf Dobbie turned up. En route to where? The boozer of course, I have no doubt!! LOL! I forgot to mention, I had had one non-family visitor the day before, Johnny, who came bearing magazines and a lovely pot plant. Flowers were not allowed but the pot plant had it's own container and could be placed out of the way of nurses on top of the cupboard.