… of being used as a pin cushion.
At the moment I have two catheters, one in the back of my hand, and I won’t tell you how many goes these two student nurse had trying to stick it in me because even I’ve lost count. Eventually they sent for an experienced nurse and she fixed it for them.
The catheter port in my chest was blocked after the other night’s excitement and that why they haven’t used it. However they sent a whole possee of people to fix it, one of whom was extremely rough and hurt me immeasurably. But now it works but they have still left the catheters in my hands.
So I’m all wired up to a large collection of tubes and pipes and that spells disaster.
Last night was another night where sleep was hard to come by. That sleeping pill that they gave me was a waste of time. Tossing and turning, crawling to the bathroom and so on
There was a few moments when I did go off to sleep and there’s even something on the dictaphone. I was doing something last night that involved a railway line but that’s all that I remember of this dream. Everything else went out of my head as soon as I awoke. (…this is when I was really ill and I couldn’t understand most of it …)
And then I was asked to go to make some sandwiches for a group of people. I took a tin of tuna, opened it, put the contents in a bowl and mashed it all up with a dollop of my vegan mayonnaise to add to it so that it would spread on these sandwiches. That’s all that I remember.
During the day I dozed in the morning in between all of the visits that I had from various departments. The general opinion is that I have a fever (38.8°C), that I’m very weak and that this virus is still raging.
There were even a couple of visits in the afternoon and at teatime j had an x-ray of my head. Presumably to make sure that I still have a brain, which is very doubtful.
But I do feel really bad, there’s no escaping that. If they were to throw me out I wouldn’t even make it to the bus stop outside.
