The night was busy at the hospital, a bit like Piccadilly Circus with all the new admissions and departures. Bristling with noise and wheels.
My temperature was 36.4 this morning. Thank you Lord. I received the usual dose of IV antibiotics, another saline bag. They took more blood , pricked me a few times here and there, then I had another wash.
I can’t get my dress off to change it because the IV tubes are threaded through it. And it just ends up hanging off the tubes. Clever that. On balance, I decided that it was not a good idea to cut through the tubes just so I could change my dress.
The very poorly gentleman in the bed next to me was spirited away in the night and replaced by noisy and voluble lady of a certain age.I’m so glad I could not communicate with her. It didn’t matter whether she was yelling for nurses or down the phone, she went on and on. And on a bit more. And her voice was of an annoying, grating pitch, reminiscent of someone I met in the past. She didn’t listen when on the phone she just yelled at it.
I ate 6 little biscuits for brekki and they were nice. My appetite is returning. In the night, during all the chaos, I was surprised to find myself eating a banana.
The morning of my departure – well they seemed to be having a bit of a clear out as various people left. There was yet another doctor dealing with the discharge notes and medication. She spoke enough English and was very thorough. The Fit to Fly form was also completed though it probably won’t be needed. I have bags of medicines to take and heparin to inject.
Dave and T appeared and I staggered out into bright sunshine. What a beautiful area! The hospital is on the edge of hilly parkland, scattered with residential blocks, and stands of trees showing off their autumn colours.
Dave and Tony had taken the car to a car wash and it shone and sparkled and they had also given the inside a going over. What stars! H went potty when she saw me. She also got a going over with the brush I bought from Heike. It worked a treat. And she is half the size she was. She even let Dave do her hind legs- a sensitive area.
It is a big hospital. For a not so big town. As we passed through the emergency areas on the way out, there were lots of people flat out on trolleys, or just sitting waiting. I came in on code red which meant I received instant treatment – danger to life. Also because the Italians are nice kind people, they provide free treatment for anyone admitted as an emergency.
We were heading for Macon. A good 4 hours drive away. And we got there. But as we left Asti, we were absolutely stunned by distant snow dusted Alps forming the horizon, until they were no longer the horizon, they were around us. Through the Frejus Tunnel (no hold-up) and into France.
The roads were not over busy and we were at Macon Campanile by 19.30. The rooms are comfy, H is settled and fed. But as for us… Campaniles will not be getting my business much longer. This particular campanile only provides an evening meal for people on half board. Well, that’s a new one on me. I used to enjoy the once-standard salad buffets they did.
We looked at the Buffalo Grill over the road but it was heaving with people. The nice young man, front of house, was effusively apologetic but explained there would be a 40 minute wait. While we pondered what to do, he suddenly found a table for us. I love that man!
Now a dilemma- no meal just bits of fruit etc since Monday night. Shame to break a diet, but I went for salmon and green beans. It was delicious. Didn’t make me feel sick and I ate it all. A steak was tempting but might have been too rich.
Back at the campanile, I had my first shower in days. I have clean, fluffy hair!
Thought for the Day
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