It would appear I was a bit of a muppet yesterday and even though I mentioned seeing Bud I neglected to say I was actually home. We left the Royal on Friday and arrived home on Saturday!
The plan was two units of blood and back as an out patient on Tuesday. I only started getting the blood at 14:45! And then made the nurse repeat eight hours several times and even though I knew each bag took four hours I hadn’t really appreciated the concept of time until that point.
There was a bit of a delay because of the cross matching which happens every time that blood is given to avoid the wrong blood being given. The YTS (youth trainee scheme – we don’t have these anymore but this was a good description – not mine) had boo booed on the form. It was mostly manually completed and she’d twisted or omitted a figure so the whole sample had to go bye bye.
However all was not lost as B arrived at 16:30 and we had pizza for tea later from across the way.
We left the Royal at 23:40 and got home, accordingly to B who said we would be home by 00:15 at 00:12 or 00:13!
I had a shower and then sat on the landing with Bud whilst B put the clean sheets on. He declined my assistance until it came to the buttons and then no sooner was the duvet on the bed than I was under it and fast asleep – I had slept well at the Royal but let’s face it there is nothing like your own bed.
Oh and B did warn me that although he had hoovered and cleaned the bathroom things on the dining table and in MY sewing room were a little out of hand. I mean I fully expected the ironing board still to be up from when I had panic ironed my linen pants before jaunting off two weeks before and I wasn’t disappointed!
I am responsible for the two spaniels and the pile of paper that I had to root through that Friday night as we needed to pay the credit card bill and B thought that before we went would be a good time!
Again the hardboard came from checking if the little card reader had fallen down the back of the shelves. I then proceeded to burn my leg with the iron. It was at this point that B decided we would leave the bill.
I have to admit the little black bag is mine but B had apparently tidied the table!