Friday, 5 March 2010
A much better night followed by an even better day. This afternoon saw a return of evil Mog, kicking hersister and tipping supplies off her wheelchair tray as we packed up ready to leave the ward. Huge excitement and big smiles. And then we got upstairs, and the whole world realised she had been expecting to go home. Huge weeps and utter misery and one soggy dejected and mightily hacked off little girl.
Me, I'm less unhappy. We have a room with its own en suite shower! US readers may not appreciate this for the luxury it really is. And Mog is off the oxygen and keeping her sats up reasonably well. Just need her to stick at it overnight and then I'm sure we'll be talking home again. Although we won't be mentioning that to her until it's for definite.
I'd like to get home, but more than that, I'd like to get to the bottom of her recent problems. So I'd really like tonight to be nicely typical. And meanwhile, if I ever suggest bringing bananas into hospital, someone please shoot me. Day three and they're stinky. But if this is the most I have to worry about then life must be pretty good.