Going well, no more dramas
We got to the hospital early on Sunday morning and installed the radio before leaving the room so mum could listen to The Archers. She seemed much, much better on Sunday. She was a bit tired out by about 1145, so we left her to sleep. Mr W's parents visited with a basked of fruit and muffins, which by all accounts look very impressive. I am not holding out much hope there will be any left of either tomorrow (Tuesday) when we next visit.
We got home and had lunch, then Mr W fell asleep on the sofa. I snuggled up in bed - I had a stomach ache starting and decided to ignore it and hope it went away. We were only napping briefly before going back to see mum in the afternoon. However, my stomach got worse and worse and so we didn't return *hangs head*.
I didn't actually get any sleep at all as every half hour I was up and running to the loo to erm... do what you do when you have a vicious stomach upset. I am actually going to see the doctor about it as soon as I can (ok, hopefully before the end of March) as it's the same thing I had for about six months when I was 14 and my dad lived in Turkey - I caught something weird out there and it just never bloody went away. I think I've now had it three times since I had it back when I was 14.
So, I called in to work and told them I was ill. Of all the luck! And now I'm trying to work out some competency questions for my second round interview later this week (please send out positive vibes to me over the next 24 hours) because I REALLY REALLY want this job. Massively.
I called my mum earlier and they've removed the two drains from either side of her scar (so not the lung drain) and she reckons she'll feel a lot better when they take out the lung one. That one makes me feel funny - there's a sort of clear plastic (enclosed) bucket on the floor on her left hand side, and a thick-ish tube running from it up to her left side where it goes into her lung between ribs. I've not wanted to see it and have avoided the whole thing. I kicked the bucket on Sunday but mum didn't say it hurt, which was a relief. When we help her to sit up or lie down, I'm always on her left, and always worry about stretching her side and causing pain by moving the drain thing around. Yuk yuk yuk. I think I'll feel a lot better too when they've removed everything! Anyway, she seemed fine and we had a normal conversation, and we're hopeing she'll be out by the end of the week.
We got home and had lunch, then Mr W fell asleep on the sofa. I snuggled up in bed - I had a stomach ache starting and decided to ignore it and hope it went away. We were only napping briefly before going back to see mum in the afternoon. However, my stomach got worse and worse and so we didn't return *hangs head*.
I didn't actually get any sleep at all as every half hour I was up and running to the loo to erm... do what you do when you have a vicious stomach upset. I am actually going to see the doctor about it as soon as I can (ok, hopefully before the end of March) as it's the same thing I had for about six months when I was 14 and my dad lived in Turkey - I caught something weird out there and it just never bloody went away. I think I've now had it three times since I had it back when I was 14.
So, I called in to work and told them I was ill. Of all the luck! And now I'm trying to work out some competency questions for my second round interview later this week (please send out positive vibes to me over the next 24 hours) because I REALLY REALLY want this job. Massively.
I called my mum earlier and they've removed the two drains from either side of her scar (so not the lung drain) and she reckons she'll feel a lot better when they take out the lung one. That one makes me feel funny - there's a sort of clear plastic (enclosed) bucket on the floor on her left hand side, and a thick-ish tube running from it up to her left side where it goes into her lung between ribs. I've not wanted to see it and have avoided the whole thing. I kicked the bucket on Sunday but mum didn't say it hurt, which was a relief. When we help her to sit up or lie down, I'm always on her left, and always worry about stretching her side and causing pain by moving the drain thing around. Yuk yuk yuk. I think I'll feel a lot better too when they've removed everything! Anyway, she seemed fine and we had a normal conversation, and we're hopeing she'll be out by the end of the week.
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