I’M FREE ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Words can’t describe how good it feels to be back home.
At 8am yesterday morning my consultant popped in to see me and asked how I was. Before I had a chance to say anything, Tracey, the nurse who was accompanying him on his rounds, said that I really would like to go home as I was getting a little fed up as I had been in hospital for nearly eight weeks.
He looked at my wound and the redness from my dressing allergy, then asked if I could cope with everything at home.
“Yes”, I practically yelled at him.
“Ok, you can go home”.
“What! Today”, I asked.
“Yes”, he smiled.
I rang John to tell him the good news then my mam who burst into tears…
I wouldn’t say that they wanted my side room but I was told I had 10 minutes to pack (I was still in my nightclothes at that time…), and if I wasn’t ready then the discharge nurse who was taking me to the discharge lounge would go without me.
While I’ve been in hospital I’ve kept a diary so you can read all about my exploits.
Finally I want to thank everyone for all their cards and good wishes. It really did mean a lot.
Marie
3 comments:
Welcome back!! Have missed you so so much. What a lovely photo of you! You look so much more relaxed. Good old nursey eh?
Seriously, Marie, try and rest as much as you can. And keep posting!!!
Home, pizza and a BIG glass of wine - doesn't get much better than that!! So pleased they've kicked you out, have you had a ride on the stairlift yet?
Jenny
Very pleased to read that you are free!! No place like home.
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