‘The patient spent a quiet night’

hospital-ward

…..like heck he did!
I had to go into hospital unexpectedly, recently and spent the night in the receiving ward. Unfortunately, it is also probably the most noisy. Oxygen pumps, bleeping monitors, ringing phones, talking nurses, clattering heels in the corridors, coughing, snoring, and other physiological noises all contribute to a ‘background’ which makes it very difficult to get any kind of sleep or rest.

So I was glad when I was allowed to go home at teatime the next day….for a bit of peace and quiet. So I have slept on and off today.

No work for a week nor driving for a month have made life a bit of a problem, but maybe it will give me a taste of retirment! I might also get a bit more blogging done!

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It’s not a ‘man-cold’…..

….but my nose is running like a tap!…..and I have an un-requested deep husky (sexy?) voice. It may have been an allergy, or sitting in a car for a few hours with re-cycled air-conditioning (a bit like flying?).

Problem is that I am supposed to be singing with Angelus on Sunday night! Has anyone got an instant medicinal recipe (or pills) which does not involve copious amounts of alcohol? My audience awaits, but I don’t think they would like to see me swaying, or hanging-on to something, whilst my tonsils warbled uncontrollably.

What a guy!

I’m not a great TV buff, but I was intrigued with the programme last night, charting the efforts of a 16-year-old Eton boy called Alex. He suffers from Cystic fibrosis, which is normally a debilitating condition. But from somewhere, this highly-gifted lad (he is a brilliant organist) was able to carry out his ambition to conduct the College choir and orchestra.

He endured the routine of pills (over 50 a day), injections and physio with fortitude and achieved his ambition, to the acclaim of his Master, family and friends. I hope we hear more of this lad. he seemed to prove that an illness does not have to mean a disability.

Anyone who, having seen this programme, complains of a cold or a headache, should be ashamed of themselves!

The continuing pain….

For twelve weeks, Son has been suffering terrible nerve pains in hands and arms, and it has now just been given a name (it has only once before been seen by one of the specialists, in his professional career!) ……not that that has helped the reality…the pains are still agonising and debilitating. How he has put up so long with it, I don’t know. He admits that he could not live alone with it….you need the presence of human company.

The Consultants have called for another batch of tests and we await the results and their deliberations……with hopefully a rapid and positive answer to this distressing condition. The newest pain-killers seem to be having some effect.

His, and our, friends have been marvellous, with constant phone calls to pass on their thoughts and best wishes.

The best prescription seems to be football……Aberdeen has been playing quite well recently…..maybe it would be possible to get a couple of tickets on the NHS! Only trouble is that they might lose those matches!

….and Son makes three!

After quite a few years of being ‘Darby and Joan!’ and the relative peace it brings, Son is now quite often at our house as he suffers the agony of nerve pains. He can get peace and quiet to snooze when he needs-to, from the effect of the pain-killers he has to take, as they occasionally ‘knock him out’.

Like all such medications, they have their side-effects, and remind us that there are rarely black-and-white solutions to the problems of this world. Almost every action taken has a repercussion, which then demands a solution, and possibly further action etc etc.  He is now on a cocktail of pills, and will hopefully be able to get off them slowly, as and when the body is able to recover.

One can only stand and watch, wait and hope, that it will not be too long, so that he can return to the bosom of his own family………..taking his pills with him…….