Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The poor health I've had over the last couple of months was supposed to be resolved with surgery on May 19. Unfortunately my pain hasn't been able to wait, and I'm in now residing at the Health Minister's pleasure at the local hospital.
It hasn't been too bad - jaundice, one failed surgery and pain aside. I'm being looked after really well, if you dont count that I had to hop in a cab to transfer to another hospital for surgery while I was still admited in this one. The nurses are wonderful caring people. My doctor looks like John Clark and makes me laugh and laugh. I've managed to get a hand massage from a hospital volunteer, magazines from the library and lovely milky tea. Also - hospital jelly, when you've not been able to eat much over the last 2 weeks, is the most heavenly food ever created. I'm having more surgery tomorrow or Thursday which will clear up these problems once and for all. I must admit it gets tiring looking yellow like a Simpson's character.
The really good news is that I've found where they hide the dry crackers in the ward kitchen. All I need is a slab of cheese and a martini and I'd be set for cocktail hour.