I got the news last night that my daughter is off the oxygen, moved out of isolation and onto the ward. This means she should be coming home soon, but I won’t know more till she see’s the doctors later today. Hopefully that should be in the next few hours, but I’ve learnt not to push these things. The NHS is like hiring a Spanish Builder in some respects.. They go at their own pace and you have to just accept this and go with it. Trying to ‘get things done’ just results in frustration. They can’t go any faster - generally they are under funded, understaffed and underappreciated..
For the last 4 days I’ve succeeded in keeping the house tidy-ish, my son and youngest daughter fed and kept their clothes clean (although she’s drawn all over the inside of her play pen with a felt-tip she’d secreted away with the stealth of a prisoner taking some metal cutlery from the prison canteen).
This is quite an achievement for me. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m normally as organised as a Bazaar.
Wait… Hmm, Perhaps it’s time to feed me…
