I'm delighted to share that the Authoress is back in the room and composed her own blog on her phone in the middle of the night.
Some improvement and some definite not improvement today. On the upside, my temperature is now back under control and at 1am (into Sunday) they finally took the air con off its super freeze setting. Still waiting now at 1.45am for the room to warm up, but maybe my legs will shortly defrost. Also on the upside I feel slightly better. Picked up phone for the time in days – Words with Friends chums, am right back atcha- and just managed to watch an old episode of Dads Army on the iPad.
Downsides have been the new air mattress which is meant to keep me moving, and bloody well does. Like being stuck in a wave machine pool – up down up down – very creaky and noisy. And the rash, oh my god. It's like a convention of rash families, the red ones, the angry purple ones, the 'you weren't there earlier' ones, the 'oh god, all over my face' ones. I look like a barely human scab.
And with the rashes comes, yes, their friend, the itching. Constant hand itching. All over discomfort. Thrush everywhere, from mouth heading south. Compiled with sore swollen skin, this is non stop low level misery. If you were out having a busy day you might be able to put it behind you, but I've had to put my mini iPad down three times just while writing this as it digs into my swollen skin and also to scratch my hands. Thank god I removed all rings before coming in or they would have had to cut them off.
Have had three small banana milkshakes today, little bits of semi pleasure, although each one resulting very swiftly in last second dashes to the loo. Really hope I fancy a cup of tea again soon, small things can make a big difference. They are giving me 12 hour bags of IV fluids now as I'm struggling to sup anything down. Why on earth is it that most hospitals including this one, have a large lip between the bedroom and the bathroom, so when you need to get in their with the perennial IV stand, you have to battle the bugger over the edge?
Vast majority of the nursing team are very very good. Though I seem to be having a clash with a young female doctor who says annoying shit like 'so, you are refusing to take the mouthwashes?' while totally missing the point that if I even smell the opened bottles, let alone put some in my poor thrushy mouth, let alone swill it round, I will clearly be sick. She has a judgemental aura that only the young who've never experienced illness first hand, still have in place.
Weirdly, having been practically comatose for the past 60 hours, I feel strangely awake at 2am… and now 3am. Could it be the acid reflux? Is it the wave machine bed? Am I still a frozen sausage? God knows, but will sign off now in the hope that a few more hours can pass by on this shag nasty journey x Day