Pyjamas – 7
Knickers – 14
Bras – 7
Socks – 7
Slippers – Don’t know about this, I don’t own any, may take flip flops, it’s not like I’ll be going far, bed, toilet, bed, shower, bed, reclining armchair, bed, fridge, bed, tea tray!
May decide to double up on everything as less requests then to B and less washing – although I’ve had volunteers.
Cleanser, refining serum, balm (or in old terms, face wash toner, moisturiser – all Martha Hill, naturalish stuff, not tested on bunnies, reasonably priced)
Body lotion – Highland Soap Company, recent purchase in Scotland, natural and the Wild Nettle smells really good believe it or not
Brush – May be coming home sooner than me
Wig – See above
Hand wash, cream and sanitizer – Not that I’m being fussy but the only thing sensitive about me is my skin and hospital stuff doesn’t agree with me. I end up with hands drier than an Egyptian mummy
Cooling pillow – Because I have a fridge I can put it in!
Stuff to Do
Books – The Book Thief, Under the Dome, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Virolution
DVD – Yoga for stress relief!!!!!!
Laptop, charger and mobile broadband
Card Making Stuff
Okay I know I may be a little under the weather and not want to read, knit, stitch and card make all at the same time but it’s like a security blanket, some kids had a blankie I had something to do!
I have reviewed my pre Holiday to do list and think I may need to trim it down a little. B on the other hand seems to think I may need to do more although he has declined my other to make up his buns for work and pop a month’s worth in the freezer – I beleive you can freeze ham butties not that I’ve ever tried but there you go). I’ve been asking for several weeks for some compost to repot the plants in the porch and this morning he brings home two pristine bags of it. A huge deal since he had to put them in the car boot and they may dirty it. I don’t think I’m under too much pressure though because it involves B lifting a large Money Plant out of its pot (well actually a builder’s bucket – it’s black and reasonably tasteful) and since I asked him two and a half weeks ago it’s not made it out. He also treated himself to some hand cooked crisps and a bag of sweets. ‘So this is the way things are going to be, I get hospital food, you get treats.’ B pointed out these things will be eaten well before Monday.
As B was getting the compost out of the car and I gazed fondly at him through the kitchen window (hey, occasionally I do, ok) I felt bad/guilty that I’m putting him through this. I felt like this last year when I was diagnosedand occassionally since like when I was in hospital with shingles. I remember my Great Uncle Tom many years ago apologising when he had a heart attack and obviously we felt he had no need to, but now I understand why he did.