Hospital Log Day 3

Day. 3. Still not dead from drug overdose!

Woke being prodded for a blood pressure reading. First morning that I'm not fasting or confined to bed until a blood test.

Have a blood test. I suspect more due to tradition than anything else. Sniper Nurse absent. Have had five or six blood tests and only two hole marks in arm. Ability of half milimetre square patch of skin to heal very impressive. It'll leave a very unimpressive scar.

Was adventurous at breakfast. Had muslei and orange rather than Special K and fruit segments. Blood pressure reading rose due to excitement.

Doctor Murtagh came to visit to give CT results. All is well in my right Renal Artery. No camera-on-a-stick for me. Not so soon anyway. At the low low price of four years worth of radiation. She proclaims a release date of Saturday, if my blood is under control.

Very unexciting day ahead. Liver ultrasound tomorrow. Distinct sense of grasping at straws. Reason is an abnormally high breakdown product of haemoglobin in the liver.

Meg came to visit again before going home. Brought the blessings of the Hastings with her. In good form. Very little sympathy. This hospital bullcrap would be easier to bear if I was actually in some degree of pain. Just a little bit of course.

Finished my urine collection! Can use the toilet for the first time in three days. Also used shower. Shower is a power-washer cunningly disguised.

Three new room-mates. Brings the total to eight I think. One vomiting a lot, back from lands distant. Balls.

Two needing copious amounts of laxative for colonoscopy. Well there's something else I can be glad of not having to do.

Am climbing the walls. Really need to go for a run or swim or something. This cannula is really pissing me off today for no apparent reason. Negotiating its' removal, have asked for stick to bite on so I can do it myself. Didn't go down well.

The darkness comes. Think the rad is fixed. Streetlight still broken. This bed more high tech than last bed. Has flashier buttons.

Not responding to meds. Now on three at once. Omassar, Rustin and Aldactone. New one tomorrow.

Vomiting man is particularly nervous.

Have started collecting tablet plastic container things. Will play where's the tablet with the nurses. The containers are transparent. Ensuing confusion during transfer to bed with straps may provide escape opportunity.

Had long chat with room-mates. One is a valium addict the other works for a stint company. Both fun people. Vomiting gut is about my age with a Munster shirt.

Might be time to tell doctor about that time I almost got the bends while diving.