*Insert expletives as appropriate.
Yes, I’ve got it.. and with a vengeance. No visiting hospitals for me today, and I’ve had to ring up and cancel the carpet cleaning too. Botheration – I feel sick sick sick. Headache, temperature, dizziness, cough, nausea, sore throat, you name it, I’ve got it. 🙁 Botheration indeed.
I’m sitting here while waiting for my bath to empty a little. When I decided a deep hot bubble bath would be a good idea, I should have written myself a note reminding me to turn the taps off! Guilt at wasting water is one thing, postponing sinking in amongst the bubbles even worse! But I suppose I’m not really in the mood for cleaning up a flood.
After talking with the nurse yesterday, I’ve broken the news to Dad that he won’t be coming home today. In his heart of hearts he knew it really, but it was still hard to tell him so. Stupid stupid surgeon, telling him he’d be home in 48 hours! The nurse says he’ll need another week – that they’ll send him home when he can walk properly as he was walking before. This means they’ll keep him in the hospital until a bed comes free in a convalescent home, then transfer him there for a while. Needless to say, we both got a bit emotional. And last night, when feeling really grotty, I found myself longing to have my dad here to look after me. A bit ironic, really, because he doesn’t cope well when I’m ill and I usually end up trying to disguise it!
Right, I wonder how that bath’s doing. Shallow enough yet for me to wallow in without causing a tidal wave?