(Please forgive the beyond-crappy photography)
I managed to get up the very steep stairs to our bedroom to find my hospital stuff. Not an easy task as they are the original croft-house stairs, 45˚ at least. But I shuffled up on my bottom to be met by Wussums looking on very disapprovingly. This is his bedroom now.
Rather than give me a nice welcome, he jumped straight out of the window into the rain. Pfft.
So I hauled my sorry arse back to “my” room and started setting things out to pack.
I am going down to Glasgow tomorrow to The Golden Jubilee Hospital, which still sounds like a Chinese takeaway to me. I have an orthopaedic out-patients appointment at 09.10 on Monday morning.
I can’t remember what they are planning to do next. Hopefully they will remove this damn cast (that’s the polite version) and either put a partial-weight bearing cast on or nothing. Who knows. I have my swimming costume in case they are taking it off completely.
So my bag is packed and it has the statutory gaffer-tape too, like all things in our house. I am surprised that no one has suggested gaffer-tape for my leg!
A small little person has gone into a depression already. She will now be “odd” until I return on Tuesday.
I am allowed to take a helper with me so I had to seriously think about who to take …..
Wouldn’t that be brilliant? Can you imagine their eyes when I go into hospital with Zoot pulling my wheelchair for me.
Actually I would use Fivla because she is used to my ridiculous ideas and I trust her 100% not to do anything nasty (or smelly).
Right, now how to get Fivla on the airplane – any ideas?