I decided to do a spare of the moment vlog. I haven’t/couldn’t watch it but B has seen and says it’s okay. I trust him since he’s normally VERY honest, once telling me I looked like a wrestler in a dress I tried on!
The medication I’m on instead of the inhaler is actually co-trimoxazole (septrin), an anti bacterial.
I was going to mention this on my vlog but couldn’t bring myself to – it’s so much easier to type about it! I did a list of things to ask questions about before we went to the unit and I asked B did he want to add anything and he did something to the list, but then decided not to ask. However after I’d finished my queries B pipes up that there is one other thing and because I have the humor level of a 10 year old boy at times (people tripping, including myself, the mother in law passing wind and looking round to see who did it, that kind of thing) I started sniggering and then when he asked I practically drowned out the lovely ward manager, Priscilla, who did her best to ignore my hysterics and provide the relevant information. B had written S E X on the list but did he say ‘What about sex? By the way that’s not a proposition!’ no, instead he said ‘Can two people get together…?’
In case you were wondering apparently they can but need wellingtons and macintoshs. Well, I think that was what Priscilla meant by protection.