vifferman

...or five, if you count both hospitals, and count my room in Mercy as a ward.
While the goodly St John's Ambulance people were in transit from wherever, my wife was kept busy checking my pulse, giving me aspirin to chew, and otherwise following instructions/answering questions from the person inside the phone. However, the ambos arrived with very little delay, and were all efficiency, friendliness, cheerfulness and concern. They bundled both of us into their brand-new vehicle, and while ...

My wife came and picked up me and my assorted bleongings and paraphernalia (my 'baby' - a cushion to clutch to my chest when coughing, sneezing, farting, or getting in/out of bed; a peak-flow measuring device, and a big bag of droogz), and we headed off home. It was less than a week, but it felt very strange and scary to be out'n'about. It was also rather weathery, after being in a climate-controlled environment.
We went for a long trek in the neighbourhood (about 40m left, then back past ...

When it was time to leave ICU, they made me get up and walk for a bit, to make sure I didn't spring a leak, and to get everything working. This was surprisingly non-traumatic, partly because of morphine tablets, and because it was a snail's-pace walk. I now had a couple of largeish clear plastic tapes on my chest covering the wounds, which allowed me to be showered by the lovely Kai Ming so I didn't reek quite so much of chemicals. My single room had an ensuite, TV on an arm, couple of chairs and ...