One Day More…..

The ol’ man is still in clink. “I’m going to hang onto to you, John, until tomorrow,” smiled the lovely doctor as she delivered the bad news. “We’ll do one more check to make sure your bloods are OK; and we’ll get in touch with the pain management team to see how best to deal with the pain your hip, but we’re aiming for ‘home tomorrow’.” Oh, gosh, we have heard that a few times this week.

John groaned and slumped in the bed. I inwardly groaned and slumped a bit lower in the chair. We’re both a bit jaded. And, of course, we were both a bit irritable. It’s a big ask to be constantly cheerful and always looking on the bright side.

John had been reasonably upbeat when I arrived, as he’d had a visit from Paul this morning, in the hopes of keeping John’s spirits up. The trouble is, I suppose, one visitor followed by another is tiring. So John was fast asleep when I got there and only woke up when the lovely doctor roused him to tell him that the orthopaedic department had had a look at his x-rays and concluded that there was no pathological break in his hip or upper leg. That was good news. The pain could be related to a trapped nerve maybe.

After the initial disappointment of not coming home today, John resigned himself once more. “It’s not so bad as it used to be,” he said, “I used to be climbing the walls when I was in a side room, desperate to get out, but there’s enough going on in the ward to keep me entertained.” I have to say that, for the most part, John is a very patient patient. But he has a rather impatient spouse.

I came home at tea-time with plans to potter in the garden, or do a bit of tidying, or a bit of admin. Nope. Too knackered for anything. Sat and watched trashy, mindless TV all evening before climbing up the wooden hill.

Here’s to us feeling better tomorrow.

Take care everyone. God bless.