Ive been sat next to the phone for 3 days now - willing it to ring. Nothing so far. Prof H. did say I would hear by 'Monday'. I hope so. I have a lot of things to organise before I surrender myself to the tender mercies of IL2.
I need some new nightwear. I dont normally wear anything in bed, not even Chanel No.5. Sometimes maybe a squirt of Body Shop stuff if I think Im on a promise. So I must buy some decent pyjamas. NOT nighties. How many times when Ive been nursing have I had a flash of somones 'fluffy' as they turn over in bed, thanks to their nightie. Plus the nurses will need to have access to my PIC line, and in a nightie they would have to hoike it up around my neck. I shall buy short pyjamas. Half a dozen pairs. Although at the end of the day Ill be feeling so grotty I dont suppose I shall care if Im lying there stark bollock naked - but the nurses might...haha
This is a very strange position to find yourself in. Sitting here, feeling GOOD today, and yet desperately hoping for a call, the end results of which will make me so terribly ill. Or maybe even kill me. There is still that 4% chance that the treatment can prove fatal. Id be very pissed off if that happened and I hadnt worn all my pyjamas.
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The nurses might be surprised if you were stark bollock naked - they might think they had the wrong patient :-D
Hopefully you've heard something by now, Sprite
LMAO @ 'fluffy'!
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