Thanks Violette, I am getting better, and he si very good at me having my milk [my choice] for the pills when i get up.
Best of all was asking to get clothes for going home. Asked for a jacket and trousers. Easy peasy ! I was brought an old waistcoat, cotton, no warmth and a pair of trousers which were left out for the charity bag, and are way too big. When in hospital I wore tshirts and pants, then realised I would be more comfortable in a wrap around. I use them all the time when i am in India, covers [ to UK] standards most of the body . Not pleasing to the old granny of the house, owner as your shoulders are exposed, but she got used to it.
Next his mob was always switched off, no wonder he had all the numbers wrong, no country code, got that sorted.
On been the OK to go home I phoned the working phone?
How are you getting home? 'Ill get the bus' [actually we are so lucky that way] vitrually door to door and we circumvent the dreadful PFI hospitals with huge parking charges.
Have you got your bus pass? I let the penny take a long time to drop, eventually it did.
So We went home with me in my hospital attire, by Taxi, which was actually cheaper than the parking charges.
The tellies and phone are so costly in PFI, thank goodness mobiles are
allowed. I took my small radio and earphones as well as eye mask and ear plugs.
The beds were super comfy, so felt I was in a * hotel
I used to blame Blair and co for PFI but it actually was introduced by the conservatives, but labour perfected the system.