First of all, a shout out to Maddy Ilsley who was making her way to see me at Guys Hospital when I’m at St Thomas’. Gold star for you.
Second of all, if I have a heart attack it will be from laughing too much, caused by Maddy, Oli and Clo. My chest hurt so much from laughing, as I can’t breath properly normally let alone with a fit of the giggles. Clo brought a right proper picnic which is great because the hospital food is shocking (I’ll address this at a later date. It deserves its own post, trust me). I had to kick them out just before 9pm for fear of causing myself a stroke. A photo where I don’t look the worst… Too many chins Oli! xxx
Third of all, Aunty Giselle came to see me on her lunch break because she’s a nurse here on another ward, which was lovely. Aunty Mel and my fifteen-year-old cousin Jack also popped in for a visit as they were in the area. It was cut short because a porter came to take me for an X-ray. As I was just about to leave Jack keeled over face first on the bed. He’d passed out but obviously I called for help and two doctors and five nurses came running. I jumped off my bed as Jack was put on it, he was given some oxygen and was hooked up to an ECG. Drama! He was totally fine but he was whisked off down to A&E just in case. It’s alright Jack, come to visit me, take me bed and me doctors and me machines and me attention why don’t you! (Oli, it’s okay because Jack took it one step further.)
Honestly though, the amount of amputated limbs on this ward is a bit shocking especially if you’re not used to it. I’ve become accustomed to it. Some of the patients have told me about their ‘phantom limb’ pains where they feel like the whole limb is there and it causes quite a bit of distress. I’ve even been told by one patient that she calls the missing bit of her leg ‘Chris’. Apparently she’s always wanted to name one of her children Chris.
*Squeamish people look away now*
Today I’m having local anaesthetic and having a cannula put all the way up my arm until it reaches the clot. Then I’m being moved to the High Dependency Unity whilst they give me a strong blood thinner to dissolve the clots. I have to be closely monitored because let’s face it, your blood isn’t supposed to be thinner. I could be there for a few days, it just depends. I’ll try to keep you updated but I reckon I’ll be feeling crappy and I dunno how much I’ll be able to type. You’re probably all cheering: ‘We’ve finally shut her up!’
*Welcome back squeamish people*
I just want to say thanks to Maddy and Aunty Mel for the colouring books. As soon as I can grip on to anything with my fliddy (apologies) hands, I’ll be right on them!
I’m back to being nil-by-mouth now so think of me whilst you’re tucking in to your full English breakfast!
Peace out y’all. See you on the other – clot free – side (hopefully).