In hospital

Well I’m finally in Hospital. Chris brought me and Charito to the hospital and we arrived at about 1:50pm. I told to be here between 2pm and 3pm so we were 10mins early, not worry, I thought!!!

We were asked to wait in the cupboard, sorry the small waiting room that I have described earlier, we had a new addition to the room this time though, along with the Christmas decoration a wheel chair old TV’s and repaired machinery was an exercise bike. I’m not quite sure what we were supposed to do with that, unless they were trying to tell us something. Oh and it does have a kitchen sink as well (honestly).

After a while… about about 2:20 a nurse came to see us and said she had a proposition for me …. eh up I thought my lucks in! not the case though. She told me that the person in the room I’m going in wasn’t leaving till about 6pm and would we mind going home and coming back in tomorrow. I’d rather not I said. I would have to re-arrange for someone to take me home and then for another lift back to Liverpool again from Chester. I suggested we stay and wait, we would have to wait for the room to be prepared which would take till about 8pm.  I decided to do that rather than go home and have to go through all the planning again and delay my schedule by a day.

We had to be back for 4pm to speak to one of the doctors, so we went across the road to Starbucks for a coffee, which passed some time. We arrived back by 4pm as requested and by about 5pm we saw the doctor. Filled in some consent forms and discussed the procedure, again this was done in the cupboard. He was good enough to sit on the bed that was stored in the corner.

six o’clock came and went and at about seven we saw the people leaving. I had a quick chat with them as we had met before and she lives near to me in Hawarden and both go to Chester Hospital. She has been in three weeks and the second week was her worst but picked up well in the third (sounds like a horse race doesn’t it). I had pretty much been told that would happen with me by the doctor earlier on. We wished each other good luck and said our goodbyes.

Nurse arrived to take further details and do some observation and MRSA tests, in the cupboard of course. Very nice person, which I’m sure they all will be, can’t fault the attitude (so far :D). Turns out she is fluent in Spanish which pleased Charito. Her mother is Spanish and has friends from Peru. So after 10 minutes gabbing I decided to disconnect my own blood pressure equipment and pulse monitor. She did apologise though, I didn’t mind though, it was good to see Charito engaging someone in her own language.

The Nurse went away to see if my room was ready. 8:30 she came back and said she was putting me in a temporary room just for tonight as they (who ever they are) hadn’t been to prepare the room. So I’m currently in someone else's room, apparently they are over at Clatterbridge hospital today. So I haven’t unpacked as there is no point as I will be moving to another room and would only have to cart all my things over.

I’m having my Hickman line put in tomorrow, but in the meantime I have a canular put in  right hand. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to have in it prior to my Hickman going in at 10am tomorrow. I will have to wait and see.

In this room I have a TV that belongs to the person staying here, but unfortunately I can’t seem to get Big Brother…. thank goodness for the internet (yes I know that is pretty sad, before anyone says anything)