Aunt Thelma into care

Wine in the street before I moved to the hospital.

Bad few days. Eventually I had to ring 111 about my stomach, then go to the drop-in centre, then a couple of hours later to A &E. Dot couldn’t stay because of the Covid regulations.

I made slow, tortuous progress. They gave me morphine but didn’t ask me if it worked, which it didn’t. So I was in considerable pain with very little happening (Not sure if the y have fully comprehended the concepts of “emergency” and “urgency”) and eventually ended up in Dilham ward for assessment, then on Easton ward about 2am.

I had another Covid test, given me by a nurse (her first time) – and it almost made me sick. No-one told me whether it was positive or not; so I suppose it wasn’t. That makes three identical tests, all negative. I think I am impressing David with the number of tests I’m having.

I saw a couple of doctors, then a surgeon in the morning, but no-one was sure what was wrong. I was probably giving wrong answers to questions, because on reflection my head hasn’t been right and the pain did move about. The surgeon  wanted me to have a CAT scan (or CT scan, as they call it in Nottingham), but there was no slot available; so Dot picked me up mid-afternoon on Sunday and I have been home ever since.

My condition has varied a lot. Watched St Augustine’s on Zoom on Sunday, but was definitely not feeling well enough yesterday to take part in Cake and Compline, and Bridget organised it. Dot said it was good: I feel I have a lot of people praying for me. I feel quite a bit better at the moment.

Sheila Crisp from Poringland rang on Monday to say my last remaining aunt, Thelma, had gone into a care home – frail but mentally OK. Had quite long talk with Sheila after Dot took initial call.) There will be a lot to do there in due course, my being next of kin and all.

Have been eating  no-fat food on doctor’s instructions in case I have gallstones. Spoke to Paul at some length, and to Andrew on Sunday just after arriving home from hospital. Feeling very tired a lot of the time.

This evening however have had a reasonable meal. Halfway through watching The Sailisbury Poisonings. While flopping about have also watched The Take, an excellent thriller and several episodes of Mayans MC, which no-one talks about but is very good, though rather violent. We also saw Sticks and Stones, which was flawed but quite well done.