Hospital Socks in Yellow
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I treated myself
My eyes begin to dim I treated myself to new "spectacles". A bold watch face, plus a showing of day and date. Essential for we "old failing memory farts". A quick glance at the left or right wrist is so much simpler than searching for a handheld device.
Lost and Found at the Hospital FOUND
No Victorian Underwear No Holy Socks An undershirt; a computer cable; a scrap of paper with notes on it; a much needed belt. It's a wonder that it was retrievable.
NOT SKECHERS but clothes lost in the hospital
Four hospital rooms in two weeks. Being moved from room to room is not good for the soul. It is very bad for the soul. It disorientates the mind. Rooms with all white walls are also dangerous. I lost more than half of my personal hospital clothing in the moves: tee shirts, underwear, walking shorts Ah well, put him in a Johnnie, that'll do. The crowning blow was when one martinet threw away my old clothes and bag, (saving only my iPhone charger) What I lost on the swings I gained on the roundabout. When I was in the surgical recovery a nurse handed me a boot, saying "put this on". Then she disappeared, leaving no instruction as to use. The boot followed me home. I prefer Skechers! Never mind, The home based visiting therapist will find good use for it, 'specially because my right leg is horribly swollen with edema,
U.K. friends This is shocking.
In the U.S.A we pay for EMT/Ambulance service Hold tight, In a day or two I'll refer you to the historical reason/quirk behind this
Merry Go Round Home, Hospital, Clinic, Home. Confusion
The saga started at the Sarasota Memorial Hospital's Wound Clinic. A small lesion on my right leg was healing well; but the big toe was wildly inflamed and infected. Thus followed surgery for that; with a bonus - the long overdue insertion of a stent from my heart to my right leg. On one of my furloughs I was sent home bearing a Jackson-Pratt drainage machine with instructions for its use. Grrh a plastic tube broke loose as I slept, causing a flood in my sleep wear etc. Fortunately that was the day for a nurse to be at my home. Back at the Hospital I was not a particularly good boy. When given the choice between going home or having therapy I always chose to go home. On one occasion I chose home. No sooner had I been there I fell into a sense of deep loneliness. I went back to the hospital where I had to be treated as a new patient. I had allowed my stubborn will to override my good sen...