The Grumpy Gang of nurses were on when I got back so I was left in agony, in blood soaked bedding and clothing, with no water, no books, no phone, for hours. I felt very sorry for myself for a long time.
Yet more IV steroids; needle, needles everywhere! We also discovered that my fatigue and weakness was due to ‘dangerously' low iron levels. EaZyD had to keep waking me from lack of iron induced comas... I got no sleep for days...really did not help with my temper control! I have made lots of new chums, all over the age of 90. We have so much to laugh about at the hospitals and surgeries we attend regularly together. There is no real longevity in these friendships though!
As I recovered, I watched the events of 9/11 unfold on the television screen. Perspective – you gotta love it. Why me? Why not me!
On my release, I slowly recovered my sense of humour, though this was being sorely tried by terminal constipation (due to iron tablets), pus filled zits (due to steroids) and agonising spasms – I think these arise from nervous tension!
Back to the lifestyle redevelopment…no stress there!
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