My final day in hospital happens to be my boyfriend / fiancée's birthday. This isn't something he enjoys happening, he would best part of ignore it if he could but it's always been a day I like to make special for him. He always says I get more excited about his birthday than him but this is mainly because I think he's some kind of wonderful. To celebrate I am coming home for him to care for me, not something I'd wish on anyone but I like to think I've practised being a good patient. I know what lies ahead is tough and our relationship, as of that with my mum when she gets here will be tested and at times strained. But what tests you makes you stronger and I think this past 2 weeks have made me realise just how strong others can be in a crisis. I have nursed Dave through many a man flu, bad backs and twisted knees. In fact we were envisaging a knee op soon with 3 months of immobility with a possible future in a bungalow. How the tables have turned! But he makes a far less emotional and worried carer than I. I couldn't be in better hands and I need to keep reminding myself of this when times are tough. Asking for help has never come naturally and as a friend reminded me last night I need to learn when to say I'm not in the mood for company, also when I am!
So just department collaboration and communication to wait for...I could be here sometime! Usually having watched others stress over going it all finishes with meds early afternoon so I have a nice little Indian selection for lunch, then home for a chippy tea with my boys!
Til next time...au revoir NHS!
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