Good morning Mick and all from Glasgow, where it's 9°C. I have no idea what the weather is like outside, as I can't summon up the energy to get out of bed! I'm feeling quite grim, but not as grim as I could be!
Happy birthday, GM, I hope today is kind to you.
Scentia, your post yesterday brought a tear to my eye. The same thing happened to me.
I had a miscarriage and was to be admitted to the cottage hospital for an op, but no bed could be found, so the ambulance diverted to the maternity hospital.
I have never forgotten the kind nurse, who held my hand, asking me, not to give up hope, saying they had decided to do a scan first. I spent most of the pregnancy in hospital on bed rest. Not easy, when you have two toddlers at home!
DD was born, at 34 weeks, what a fighter she was! I hope your daughter continues to be well.
Mr MD, who seems to on the mend, has brought me a heat bag for the pain in my back and a cuppa, supplemented by two painkillers and an anti nausea tablet. I am ready to face the world and so relieved to wake up, to find I am still here! ?
I feel awful, but that's ok!! I am actually relieved that I can stop worrying about catching Covid!
Yesterday, I was so overwhelmed and somewhat tearful, by the kind messages, PMs and texts from posters. What a lovely lot you are! ?
The treatment and kindness shown to me by the NHS staff yesterday, was outstanding. The doctor did draw in her breath a bit, when she read my notes and said they would me monitoring me the whole time, which was very reassuring. I couldn't have the usual anti viral treatment, due to my complicated meds, so this was tailored for me. I am indeed, very fortunate and so grateful.
Thankfully the schools were off, which made the journey through the Clyde Tunnel and on the Expressway less stressful.
Our children and their partners, all sent messages, stressing the presence of the new average speed cameras. I suspect they were afraid that Mr MD would get carried away, driving his new car! ?
Usually our hospital trips are stressful, due to a lack of parking. Much to our surprise, there was a multitude of empty disabled spaces right at the front door.
The hospital, the former children's hospital, sits in an elevated position, with views right across Glasgow. We could clearly see our alma mater, Glasgow University and got quite nostalgic, reminiscing about our student days.
Unfortunately, initially, I couldn't find the day unit entrance. Only the outpatients one. Obviously I was reluctant to go near anyone to ask for directions.
It would have probably have been wise to have brought a bell to ring and a sign to warn people, I was unclean. ?
Eventually I was directed around the back of the hospital, along a fenced off, secluded area. As you can imagine, I was feeling really very anxious and unwell, by the time I got there.
There was only me, a doctor, two nurses and Victor Meldrew's twin brother (what a grumpy, elderly man ☹) I shall never complain about my Victor again!
Once Victor, Mark2 left, I had such a laugh with the staff. The only thing was, all the fire exits were open to ventilate the area so, they kindly brought me a heater, to keep me warm.
I have a detailed list of instructions and a plan of what to do in an emergency, what more can I ask?
My treatment was outstanding. Between reporting my result and being treated, took only eighteen hours. I have heard of patients waiting for days for anti virals, despite there being a five day window for treatment.
There was only one fly in the ointment. I locked myself out of GN, nothing would work, so I resorted to watching Korean dramas on You Tube, on my phone, with the sound turned off! ?
When I returned home, I went for a snooze in the conservatory, only to be woken by a sharp pain in my chest. Here we go again, I thought. ?
Dear reader, it was not a heart attack, as I had thought, but a bra wire, digging into my chest! ? It was a new one too, ?, just in case anything untoward happened! ?
I send my very best wishes to you all for a gentle Good Friday, especially those, who carry a heavy burden.
I was meant to supply for the chief sacristan for all the Easter services. He was afraid to tell the parish priest, he was going to a cottage in Skye, booked by his wife, who hadn't realised, it was Easter! I was so looking forward, to seeing people I have not seen for two years! I think one just becomes resigned to the disappointments. We had planned to have a family Easter dinner. This is the third one I have missed. Sadly, no Easter egg hunt with our wee Dollie. 
You knew you would get a novella today, didn't you? As someone said on another thread, Just scroll on by , just scroll on by, if you are bored! ?
