Well oddly enough I am in ground hog day, I am again awoken far too early and nearly crying for morphine until a kind nurse arranges the morphine and a cup of tea! I am so grateful for that lady whoever you are.
At 8.00 along comes the breakfast trolley, I decline the porridge and try some bread and jam instead. My Molly would love this for breakfast, the thought of her today has me in tears. I think its because I was so expecting to see her last night. I listen back to the videos we recorded on the way to hospital on Monday - me and molly destroying some song on the radio! If I can work out how I shall add it on to here in the future.
By lunch time I am moved on to the orthopaedic ward. I am in bed 4. I listen as the nurses go past and refer to all the patients as their bed number - it feels a bit like prison - only the food is worse here.
My new bed is a dream! Honestly! I have an air mattress now that constantly moves ever so slightly to stop you getting sores. I also have a monkey bar over the bed which I will learn to use to sit up unaided and some bed bars that I am taught how to manoeuvre myself up the bed. What a difference being on this ward has made to me already.
The physio arrives late afternoon and I finally get from bed to chair. I ask her when I can have the catheter removed? Although its nice not worrying about getting to the loo on time it is getting rather annoying carrying a bag of wee with you!
I am told I have to 'open my bowels' first. I then have this discussion with a nurse who tells me I need to 'open my bowels' today. Well I don't know about you but I am not one for doing this on demand. Its funny how everyone acts like they are whispering this phrase - but actually draw more attention to it and end up shouting it instead. Now this o longer bothers me, the entire ward is in the same boat. Everyone has had lower limb surgery in here and are more than willing to put there opinion on the whole bowl movement subject. In the end I had no choice, after laughing along to one woman's tale of opening her bowels a teeny tiny nurse whirls in, whips the curtain shut and has me on my side suppositories inserted before I can even mutter bowels open. Job done. I am told she will be back in 30 minutes where she will wheel me to the toilet in time! She blooming better!
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