Good morning, kitcheners! Please forgive me for not keeping up with all Kitchen happenings and accept my LTA (love to all). Sorry for the long post ahead.
Despite the suurgeon breezing through on Saturday saying DD could be discharged that day, she is still in hospital. Her interim recovery (interim because she will need more treatment in due course) is going swimmingly though. In that respect the surgeon was right. However, she has needed to stay in for blood tests, liver function tests, and another MRI. I think these can be done as outpatient appointments but given how poor communication is within the hospital I think that whoever is in charge of her case post-surgery is right to keep her on hand until all those tests have been done. We hope the last one will be this morning.
DD had been starved since breakfast yesterday awaiting an ultrasound on her liver only to have it Not Done. She was quite shaky with hunger when we arrived in the early evening and was ready to chew the bed sheet! Fortunately, the nurse in charge said we could walk her to the fish and chip place that is right next to the hospital and get something. With OG on one side and me on the other, we slowly did this, brought the food back to hosp foyer and DD ate it. The difference it made to her was astonishing – she didn't need any support for walking and had much more vigour generally. Food is such good medicine!
Before all this DD3 (minibaggs) called me from the library in which she was studying in a state about a psychedelic migraine aura that temprarily made her completely blind. She has had migraines before (though not for a few years; the worst were during her early teens) but nothing like this. She rang NHS24 and was told to go to her GP but must have someone with her. She tried to get hold of one of her housemates but was not having any luck. I told her to just head for the GP, situated two minutes down the road from where she was, because if she collapsed someone would help. She got there but had to wait and sent me a message that she needed water, and that the waiting room radio was doing her head in. In "Do This" mum mode I said "Ask for water and tell them that the radio noise is a big problem for you". By this time the hand holding my phone was shaking.
Next message from her phone was from a housemate who had got there too. DD was in a dark recovery room at the GP surgery until the nausea passed, after which housemate and she would go home in an Uber. GP had checked her over and said it was a 'normal' migraine. Next message was from her bed about to zzzz. I'm glad she got seen by the GP.
When I relayed all this info to MrB he said "What is going on with daughters these days!?" Yes indeed!