|Family ties are precious threads no matter where we roam, they draw us to the ones we love and pull our hearts toward home.|
Since coming home, it has lived in my hospital bag. It smells of home and fits perfectly on my bed when in hospital. Plus, I hate getting in to bed of a day, makes you feel like you are sick, so having it on my bed, not only reminds me of home, but gives me something to snuggle with of a night. And everybody comments on it. I could have sold it at least 10 times.
Mt cannula failed again and so had to be resited. Its not in the nicest of position and means and work with my hands has to be limited, but it is in and work which is always a good thing. I told the doc who put it in that he could come again, as he did it in half the time it takes most to even find a suitable place.
Least on this ward, they let me stay in charge of my own meds, which saves waiting for the nurses to figure them out and such. It makes sense for me to do them as I do them at home and dont like to get out of the habbit. The problem however, is that the drawers are getting to the point where they need to be bigger ha.
On the topics of meds, tonight for supper we have an assortment of little coloured things.
And to follow up for desert