Hospital Log Day 1

Day 1

The hospital doubles as a sauna at night and adjusting the radiator only changes the volume of the snakes.

Again nurses are consistently amazed by my lack of headache and insist I have been prescribed paracetamol for it. It's possible that if I fed them to some of my room-mates the reactions between them and their other drugs may give some indication of their medication, but with The Transient and the White Wisp being released today The Haggard Mans condition seems tenuous enough as it is.

My suggestion that leaches would rid me of excess blood, thus decreasing blood pressure, did not go down well.

Woke this morning to a blood pressure reading and then an MRI scan. My first experience having my protons aligned and I was not so much claustrophobic as I was desperate to be rid of Il Divo, though I suspect the headphones are more to shut out noise than provide vocals to the MRIs thumps and cracks. Everytime it cycled it sounded like Daft Punk with dementia. Also, who can hold their breath for 45 seconds with 'El Diablo' (or something) screaming in your ear (on repeat) and a building sounding like it's about to collapse. Picture Half Lifes resonance cascade and Watchmens Doctor Manhattans origin story in a drainage pipe. For twenty minutes. (With a less impressive light show),

Back in the ward I was told I was supposed to stay in bed for a blood test at 8 o'clock. Dr. Murtagh not pleased. Had blood test anyway out of spite. Refrained from slagging green scrubbed man about being beaten by radiology, he had all the pointy things. He took two attempts to find a vein anyway. Nice guy though. Ignoring the permanent plastic needle thing on (in) arm, (plastic so the MRI didn't annihalate it). It gets left in 'just in case'.

Have decided Nurse Sharon is good people. Helped me break my radiator. Says she will get an engineer if I want it broken more.

No longer trepadacious over blood tests.

Radiator requires further breaking. It may actually already be broken. Engineer gone home. New reason for prejudice. Damn engineers.

Back to two room-mates. Man came in and was rushed to have an angeogram. No nickname yet. If I can see him walking I might be able to figure out what they were looking at. Heart problems. Same as Mum had. Though he hasn't actually had an attack I think.

Moved to other side of room away from arch nemesis. Much cooler over here and better view of the road. So, yay.

Hyper tension specialist came and molested me for a bit and then conversed about the current number one possibility, a narrow renal artery. Won't go into full detail, it's to do with the production of renin and ensuing reaction pathway. CT scan tomorrow, if the artery is just wobbly then it's on to the next idea, if not, angeogram time. Even better than morning blood test with enthusiastic but not overly confidence inspiring murse-with-a-needle. Am purposefully not researching.

This stool is trying to murder me.

The ward has a new resident, I can hear him from here. His favourite word is NURSE and his name is Micheal. If Micheal keeps this up tonight he's getting all my spare paracetamol.

Also, am off alcohol until blood pressure behaves. Apparently have been stroke risk for past year. Listening to the nurses pulling the night shift talk their nights on the pull not helping the homicidal urges. Damn (ex) med students.

Micheals nurse has more patience then I have capacity to winge.

Forgot to listen to show on Flirt. Annoyed.

Getting visit from the parents (new pants!) and Meg tomorrow. Yay sympathy visits!

Off to bed to get up early for blood withdrawl and irradiation. Thinking comforting thoughts. Danny falling down stairs.