I was admitted to the Gastroenterology ward as you have to go wherever there’s a bed available. No disrespect to the other patients but the place was a bit of a madhouse, typified by the patient next to me who, when he wasn’t singing ‘Delilah’ in his sleep, was clinging onto the window catch to ensure no-one closed it during the night. It didn’t matter that the rest of the patients in the ward spent the whole night freezing.
As I was already there and in clear need, the doctors took the opportunity to give me a blood transfusion. Not sure if this increased my energy levels as I was having to lie on my back for the two weeks but I’m told it brought some colour to my cheeks.
Just to add insult to injury I also lost a filling from my tooth, so I could only chew on one side of my mouth while nursing the hole in my tooth on the other. So mealtimes were fun, with me flat on my back, trying to shovel food into my mouth while keeping it away from the side of my mouth with the missing filling.
“Then what happened?” (2)