Oh how I’d enjoy a nice hot soak right now in my own bath tub at home. My back and stomach are calling out for some pampering tonight and I honestly believe it’s all down to the dinners here that are loaded with corn flour. I couldn’t eat dinner. It was making me feel ill and the distended feeling in my abdomen was terribly uncomfortable.
To make my mood about food worse, Tim left this afternoon hoping there may be a roast cooked for him at home by his Mum. Lucky bugger. I would so enjoy a tasty dinner of real food.
It has been wonderful having Tim here to talk with, laugh, plan and sort stuff out with since Friday afternoon. The curve ball thrown our way on Friday afternoon about alternate accommodation had been playing on my mind, and when I broached the subject with Tim today, he had the same thoughts. We are not doing it. I will stay in hospital. When my immunity is low at the best of times, I pick up colds and virus bugs easily, so it would be reckless and irresponsible to put myself in that situation on purpose for whatever reason the hospital has for suggesting it.
This is the safer environment for me and I intend sticking to it.
This afternoon Tim and I spent a little time in the Patients’ lounge mainly due to the discomfort of the chair in my room for him to sit in for long periods. The walk up the hallway and round the way is good for me too of course. Tea was made for me, coffee for Tim and we settled down for a nice comfy chat. The TV was blaring with Rachel Ray cooking up a storm which looked rather delicious but very oily. The patients and the visitors here are a little obsessed with preparing their own foods when they can in this limited kitchen facility, and no wonder! One wife was cooking a huge steak for her husband and it smelled yummy but I wonder just how tender it turned out with the way it was grilled/fried.
Everyone is friendly because after all we are in the same boat in one way or another. Some are far worse than I am, some further on than I am, and some are so sad. A young teenager came in with his mother holding his jacket tightly around his chest, and slid onto a lounge chair trying hard to disappear into the folds of the leather. Tears streamed down his face in spite of trying to pretend he was ok. His Dad is in a bad way. After making a cup of coffee for herself, the mother left him alone in the room. He cried silently into the collar of his jacket. Another young woman who is often in the lounge, and I’m unsure if she is a patient or a visitor or even a social worker of some kind, walked over, sat down, held his hand and told him to cry. He did.
So did I. My heart broke for that little boy. Memories of losing my mother way back as a kid are still there for me as they are for anyone who loses a beloved parent, and I felt his pain. Please keep this boy in your thoughts. He needs our positive vibes and prayers even more than his ill father. I hope it all works out for the best for him.
A very dear friend rang me tonight. It was so lovely to hear her voice and all her good news. She is at a wonderful juncture of her life which is changing in leaps and bounds for the best for her and I am so thrilled….Jodi deserves the best of everything. She has not been without her suffering and hardships and it’s been a very hard few years for her in the recent past, but finally it’s all coming into place for this beautiful person I am privileged to call my friend. I love hearing from you all about your exciting news and happenings….it makes my day so much brighter and puts a smile on my face.
There is something I need to put out there for you all though to take on board. I am not any more special than anyone else on this earth, and yes, I am facing adversity with my crazy sense of humour intact and absolute positivity, but there is not one person out there in the world who is not capable of doing the same thing. It all comes from our mindset and our heart within. I love and value life, my family, my friends, my fur babies, my beautiful old Queenslander home, the sunshine, daisies, and the list goes on too long and would bore you all so rigid you would be asleep standing up! Love of life and family is my motivation to keep going with positivity because at the end of the deal, being negative is not going to cut it.
This morning the weekend duty doctor Emma visited and reported that my blood results from last night are still all good. The platelets etc will change over the next few days and there is the chance my hair will be taking a jump to the floor sometime soon. No biggie. Have you seen the jazzy hair wraps available? Not to mention wigs, which I’m not sure if I’d bother with one at this stage, but who knows. A big hair do could be just what I need for new beginnings. Or a rakish short style similar to that of Keith Urban which I think is rather funky but would never be game to cut my own hair into….with a wig, why not? Watch this space.
I’m having an early night tonight. I feel the need to stretch my stomach and back along the bed now I can lie fairly flat again without choking from the lump pressing on my windpipe. Still would prefer that soak in the tub though. Soon…………
My last pic here tonight says it all for me. This is why I can get on with the business of getting better – I have such good family around me taking care of the other business for me and spoiling my little Daisy. Chilli is getting her fair share too of course, but little Miss Daisy has woven her charms into the heart of Tim’s Dad, and I’d say they are both pretty happy with the end result.
Goodnight everyone. Thank you once more for hanging here with me. I may be strong, but your support is keeping that strength up for me and I am so grateful. Much love and big hugs. xxxxx