I’ve nearly done by ‘To Do List’ along with some additional things. That said when my sister in law rang yesterday afternoon I got panicky thinking it was the hospital and I hadn’t finished it.
In addition to the list I’ve cancelled the laptop insurance for our lost laptop, changed energy supplier, got a better deal on the house phone, added some yarn that’s been lying around to my yarn index, made a dressing gown that was too much of a bargain to leave on the rail into a cardigown and knit/crocheted this…
Some assembly still required
I had two units of blood today so I fully expect to finish my list tomorrow and I’ve told B that with this haemoglobin boost and once I’ve caught up with my sleep tonight he better brace himself as I’ll be so full of beans.
Now usually, although I’m not shy with my opinion, I’m not one to force advice on people but I’d like to finish today with a little bit of marriage guidance for the ladies.
When one’s husband says that the district nurse was at his mother’s tending too a sore on her bottom he may not appreciate it if one responds with ‘A pressure sore?!? That’ll be because she’s sitting on her arse to much.’
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!