Yep…am still here.
I don’t want to go home.
I like the drugs.
I like the food.
I like the staff.
It is official.
I am a bit strange.
I think my doctor is a vampire.
A very nice vampire.
He keeps ordering blood tests.
I have one empty arm.
I go home tomorrow.
I feel so much better.
My friend(the one who took me to Swaziland) sent me a magnificent basket of roses.
Mex does not send flowers.
He does not believe in flowers.
You have to be able to eat it.
Or drink it.
And share it.
This place puts your life into perspective.
Have met a lot of interesting people in the smokers room.
One young girl with Leukemia.
Another nice lady who was going in for a six hour liver op.
Back pain fades into insignificance.
Someone died in a room down the passage,last night.
I hope it isn’t catching.
The lovely lady with the dongle is going home today so she said I could post quickly.
There are three of us in the ward.
The third inmate is a retarded lady with a deformed hand which she can’t use.
She was a bit difficult to understand at first but I can understand her quite well now.
She wears nappies.
And we hear, in graphic detail, whenever they need changing.
She is also a champion burper.
My God…can she burp.
My first husband would have been envious.
Despite all the above I am getting quite fond of her.
Good thing I am going home soon.
Think I am going soft.
Now I had better end off.
Don’t want to use up all her gigs.
Tomorrow I will catch up with all of you.