On the move

 The morning commotion starts with breakfast, cereal, porridge or as much toast as you can manage. 

My breakfast is followed by more bloods being taken and being told I'm moving to another ward but not yet, as the bed isn't quite ready.

Guess I'll grab a wash then seeing as I have time, atleast if I freshen up a may feel a bit better but I'm stopped, gotta move now.

I'm taken in a chair to the new ward, unfortunately when I get there it turns out there has been a mix up, the powers that be, that play Jenga with the patients and beds have jumped the gun, the bed I'm waiting for isn't going to be free until at least lunchtime and the bed I have left has just been filled.

I'm spending some time as a surge patient, I am sat in a comfortable enough chair by the nurses station whilst I wait, I'm well looked after mind you, coffee, water, food, observations and I manage to see the doctor and had a visit from medical photography to take some pictures of my rash.

I have a visit at 4pm till 5pm from my Wife and youngest son, its good to see them, however, we are right by the nurses station and we all feel like we are in the way.

630pm and my bed is finally empty, clean and ready for me to occupy, I have a visit 7pm till 8pm with my Wife and this time my oldest child, its better, more comfortable. 

My eyes are yellow and bloodshot, apparently that's because of the issues with my liver.


Looking forward to a nice sleep.

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