Peter’s Hospital Diary

Looking at that t+133, I think I might start counting in weeks – so today is t+19.

And a lovely sunny day it is here too – which is just as well as we have taken advantage of youngest daughter’s absence in France to make a foray into her bedroom. An interesting voyage of discovery too, once we had found somewhere to attach the string so we could find our way out again. Lots of long lost (and replaced) items surfaced from the deepest recesses of under her bed, such as her school calculator (‘lost’ and replaced some 2 years ago) and several other items. She returns this evening – she won’t recognise it.

The tidy up also produced several loads of washing, so I have had a day of washing, drying and ironing while Felicity has been at work!

There has been a bit more feedback from last Friday’s City Hospital appearance with a couple more letters/cards. It’s funny how they all seem to start with the words “I don’t usually watch daytime TV but….” It isn’t anything to be ashamed of (unless it it is Kilroy)! And thank you John for the comment (on your site) – I am very envious of the vibrating heated mattress option! (That should increase your hit counter!)

Back in the real world, the tiles for the conservatory arrived yesterday, together with the self levelling (actually self smoothing – not quite the same thing!) compound that will be used to embed the underfloor heating wires. So now I need to work out the wire layout and get that done before we have the tiles laid. (If I can ever get hold of the tiler)

Finally I have just ripped a David Gray CD to mp3 format for the music server here at home. “So what?” I hear you say. Well this particular CD has a track on it that received extensive air play just before Christmas. I particularly remember it because the day unit at Guys has Radio 2 on in the background and this particular track is very Radio 2 and it played incessantly during my visits while I was waiting for my blood count to improve for my back up stem cell harvest (the one that would have been used if the donor transplant had gone horribly wrong). You may remember the song as it has this line “Tell me something I don’t know” as a refrain. I never heard the title at the time. I was amused to discover today that the track’s title is… “Hospital Food”. I had to laugh, given my comments on hospital food at Guy’s! If only I had known at the time.

I see it is clouding over a bit, so I had better go and get the last of the washing in. A man’s work is never done…!

O&U!