Hospital Day Two

Well, my anaesthesia-induced positive vibes of yesterday soon fizzled out. In fact, It was the worst twelve hours of my life. Their idea of pain management is not the same as mine.

However, things have got a bit better as the day wore on, apart from the nausea, which is so bad I can't eat my meals, and they are super. Apparently this part of the hospital not only has free TV, but better meals. If only I could enjoy the five star facilities...

The wee old wumman with Bambi rants all day long, the same stories, but I won't be so uncharitable to suggest that this does not add to my happiness.

Need to lie down and shut my eyes.

EDIT: The sweet little old lady who has been ranting harmlessly about Santa and Bambi non stop, has suddenly had a foul mouthed rant about foreigners, inspired, it seems, by a Romanian orderlie.

I now need to lie down, shut my eyes and put my ear plugs in.