Just as I was about to ring the hospital this morning they rang me. I'd like to say it was a kind of karma thing but I'd forgoten that they were due to ring me today to let me know if they have a bed for me on monday, and they have. My body is shutting down a bit more every hour so the race is on, will I make it untill monday or will I be admitted through A&E sometime over the weekend.
The doctors tell me that if I feel bad to go straight to A&E but I think this time I'll ride it out and see how far I can push it. I'm going to be admitted to a new ward so nobody there will know me well enough to give me a hard time for waiting untill monday, if I was on my usuall ward they wouldn't stop giving out to me for the duration but that's because they want what's best for me. If I'm right, and I never am, then if I do as little as possible over the weekend then by monday I should still be tweleve hours from total quadraplegia.
Now; anyone who knows me will know that I don't take things like this lightly and there must be some logic in my plan and here it is. If I go in before monday I'll be sleeping on a trolley in A&E untill monday, not that I mind because I've slept in worse places but I won't get my juice untill monday anyway. And of course there's the rugby at the weekend, I really don't want to inflict me and my constant commentary on the poor patients of CUH, in fairness they're sick enough without me making them worse.
So here's the deal, I'm going to try and make it untill monday and if I can still type over the weekend I'll let you know how it's going, and you guy's have to ring or text a friend that you havn't spoken to in ages but keep meaning to just to see how they are and then start a blog about how that makes you feel, and I'll look forward to reading them.
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