Which is more than anyone did here, so doubly appreciated! (It was over fourteen hours before I got anything to eat or drink - not counting the three hours before then when I’d last actually eaten)
Still, I’m supposed to be moved to a cubicle later, so things might be slightly less chaotic…
Oh Joe
Not a ‘Like’
Carinthia.xx
Neither was mine.
What, a whole cubicle of your own, joe?
Deffo not a like, joe. Useless fuzzy hugs, too.
Go me, a bee.
Soo xx
A wonderful health service we have Joe
Enjoy the cubicle and repell any efforts to shift you unless it’s to home or a ward
I will be your Gin 
as the sparrer is on holidays
Boyles and Fever Tree do?
Proper Job beer to keep fluids up
Bacon butties and a bit of a cheese selection with crackers and chutney should keep the pangs of hunger at bay
Insist on a sleeping pill to help you feel a bit more human tomorrow
And I am ready with my broom to educate quacks
Fair play to them - the cubicle was bypassed and they announced I’d be moving imminently to a bed in Nore Ward, Room 3. This wasn’t strictly accurate - it should have been THE bed, each room on Nore being a private en-suite. This wing was only built in the last couple of years, so everything is brand new. All equipment belongs to room, not floor/ward, so basically I have a fully-equipped ward at my personal disposal.
All in all, I’m not complaining!
Yay! for peace and privacy, obvs, but has tea been available at any time? Can’t have ‘em starvin’/dehydratin’ our joe.
Are you tethered to IV antiBs or able to roam?
All still crossed here.
Just as I write a cup of tea has just been delivered!
Joe a much better place to heal in - a room of your own
Will your bitey wee craythurs be utilised again?
Unlikely - that was after surgical debridement. This time it’s just dressing* and IV anti-Bs, so the plan is to be out on Monday. Given how overrun they are, the last thing they need is bed-blocking!
*The particular antiseptic dressing appears to contain iodine, giving the impression that my right foot’s on about eighty a day…
That is a good plan.
Pot of tea fer Joe
Carinthia.xx
Extremely welcome! I’ve come to the conclusion that among the less sensible decisions when kitting out the wards was getting a Neutrimatic Drinks Dispenser…
Oh gawd. Chicken soup with two sugars territory? Commiserations.
Gx
‘My right foot has been smoking. Not me. Not me. Not me…’
Or, for a change of mood,
‘Here I sits with toes in the iodine, toes in the iodine, toes in the iodine,
Here I sits with toes in the iodine,
Not in Connemara.’
There. Earworm begone, to a better home. (joe, if you want to kill me, you’ll need to get out of there first, so it’s For Your Own Good really)
Gawds. Poor joe. Home, mañana?
Soo xx
toes in the iodine
toes in the iodine
toes in the iodine
toes in the iodine…
I’ll attempt sleep
Soo xx
Bee, were it not taxonomically anomalous, I would call you a ratbag for that. Well played, Madam!
Gxx
Which eejit said things can only get better?
I’m just a buffalo
Everywhere I go
People seem to part
Just sayin’
There will come a day
Fences gone away
Then what will you do?
Stop me? [buffaloid snortity]
<Koffity.> and next up is Cinderella Mozzarella. Obviously.
