Good morning from the holding pen, or the crazy room, as I now call it, I'm still here. The staff have now been trying for three days to get a bed in the cardiology ward.
The consultant told me yesterday, that the maximum stay for this ward is two days, I am on day six!!!
On the positive side, this means that, my case is not as urgent as some patients.
I feel safe here, the doctors are based in the area beside my room.
I've just had an anri sickness pill, my BP is the lowest it has ever been, oh the irony of it!!
It looks like my meds need revised,
The night nurse is so on so the ball, it helps to alleviate my anxiety about my heart.
Because it is a general acute word, the nurses are not specialists and don't understand my unusual condition.
The latest novella from the madhouse involves a mad lady from Chicago, who came to Scotland fifty years ago.
She was brought in after a fall, bruised from head to toe, including having a black eye.
(The rooms are full of elderly people, who have had falls.)
Talk about demanding!
She wasn't allowed out of bed alone, but was constantly out of the bed, demanding tea, her meds etc in a very loud voice.
I think she thought she was in a private hospital in the USA
She must have pressed her buzzer at least five times in five minutes! She was driving the staff mad.
On one occasion, she was wandering in the corridor, rather confused, when she spotted me alerting staff. She told me that, she was going to hit me for telling on her.🙈
Later, I had a bad coughing fit and she came to check that I was OK, Then after demanding tea a dozen times, she refused it, when it was offered.
Before she went to sleep, she blew me a kiss and wished me, Nite, Nite. 🤣
Having successfully delayed the P.P's visit, I looked out of my room yesterday and standing at the nurses station was our former curate. He had been asked to come and see someone, who was dying.
About ten minutes later, he appeared in my room, which was crowded with visitors.
He promptly got out his sick call set and started to pray.
The look on my face, was one of horror.
People did not know where to look.
Eventually he said, Oh, do you want the curtains closed?.
He does not like women working in the sacristy and in his new parish, the chief sacristan is a woman. He is not a happy man!!
I was winding him up, asking if he was missing me and had he realised how much I did, to make life easy for him? 😉
Everyone of my family visited me yesterday, it was such a joyous day. Babydoll was in her pumpkin dress, doing twirls for everyone in the ward and Dollie aged ten was dressed like a trendy teenager, with the cool attitude that comes with it.🥴
I have just been to the loo and found that the latest resident (must have come in during the night) has very neatly, laid out all of her toiletries on the sink. There is no room for anyone to get washed,
She must think she is in a hotel.🤣
GM no-one thinks you are stupid, they are concerned for your wellbeing and urging you to take care, all with the best of intentions.
I probably do as much as you, but didn't listen to the advice to slow down.
Yesterday, the consultant said, that this heart episode had been building up slowly for a while and I had ignored the signs. True!
Then WHAM!!! Too late, to stop it.
Another groundhog day today. Babydoll may visit, I am looking forward to that.
Best wishes to all my fellow mountaineers. ♥️
Buona Domenica!!