The weekend Begins

 Well Saturday mornings seem to be a somewhat more relaxed affair, no doctors rounds on the weekend so relatively quiet, Nurses and HCAs continue as normal.

Toast for breakfast again, don't really fancy Cereal or Porridge, shame a full English isn't on the menu because I'd smash that down my neck at warp speed.

Tired this morning, guy in the bed opposite snores like a a pneumatic drill and shouts in his sleep, the Wife is gonna sort me some ear plugs, hopefully they work.

My youngest sister, bless her, helping me out, it's my Wife's birthday tomorrow, I messed up and didn't prepare for it and then got ill, feel like a humongous douchebag.

Between us 2 we have a plan so at least we'll get something sorted.

Oldest son has an Athletics race today, normally I go and watch but obviously not today.

Youngest sister arrives for visiting with my oldest nephew, I sign out of the ward and we go for a walk to the entrance of the hospital, I want some fresh air but going outside there's no benches so we go to the shop and sit on a chair near the entrance, I'm massively out of breath and slow which is massively concerning, I'm a fit guy.

Back to the ward, I've probably been out just shy of an hour but I'm knackered, I need to have a lay down for a bit.

I have a result from my liver test, the reading we are worried about is sat at 674, which means it's gotten higher still, it should be below 50.

See the Wife again, with the youngest, this is hard for her, she's tired, got the kids and the house to look after and she's got to a million things to do all at once. 

I see on the Ring doorbell that my youngest sister is at my house to do a bit of decorating for the wife's birthday, I know she'll see it before she goes to bed but at least it's a little bit of effort made. She's picked up some cards from the boys aswel so we've got that sorted.

Bedtime now, time to test these earplugs out.

Half 11 at night and I'm woken by the Nurse, Matron has phoned, I'm being moved to the Cardiac Day Unit????

Apparently the hospital is full, they are opening up the cardiac day unit to use as a ward for those that are medically optimised for discharge and apparently I am that, I'm not sure how, my liver is at a dangerous level and rising, my rash is still there, I'm short of breath walking the small distance to the toilet and I am generally knackered despite spending all day laying and sitting about. 

I'm put in a chair and moved, it's about midnight and it's quite a long way, i don't bother sorting any of my stuff out, I just get into bed and try and get back to sleep.

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