Well back on my old blog, what scared me? the number of people coming to read a slightly dramatic title I wrote. I live a quiet life, am happy with it and also chattering on my blog. Maybe in a nonsensical way and also in an angry mood when I contemplate the mess this country is in.
Well my love is back home from the hospital, don't ask me to write too much when I am worried, really truly worried, my thoughts would be all over the place.
Yesterday he phoned late in the morning that he had been transferred to another ward from the assessment ward, then at lunchtime he phoned to say he was in the discharge lounge.
So I leapt in the car and drove through the country lanes. It takes a good hour to the hospital, but the countryside is beautiful. If I go the Terrington way past the gorgeous country estate of Castle Howard, this is Christina's way, but Irene goes the Hovingham way, through Sheriff Hutton past its magnificent ruined castle on the hill and then Strensall. Both my friends had accompanied me on previous visits.
Then you hit the ring road round York, something I dread, but my confidence has returned with driving and now the ring road and its three traffic islands no longer seem the worst thing to tackle.
|Sheriff Hutton Castle. a wiki photo - By Shaunconway - Own work,|
Back to Paul, glad to be home, shocked by what had happened, a bag full of protein drinks and pills.
Full marks to the NHS for the wonderful care and attention says he, York Hospital is a very busy district hospital, but runs with a calm efficiency that is marvellous to behold. God help us though if the computer system broke down.
The only complaint he had was of the wretched behaviour of two badly behaved male patients, one of whom spent the night shouting at the nurses.
Now I have to feed him up, a diet sheet lies on my desk, not too difficult, small meals but plenty of carbohydrates and protein.