This isn't how Sunday shoud be spent - Day -18
Up brightish and disgustingly early for an 8 a.m. appointment. Just about conscious enough to get dressed and showered but not in that order. I am now having to shower with a lump cling film over my right shoulder to cover up my catheter which makes the whole process trickier than I am used to. If you've every had as much success wrapping a ham sandwich in that stuff as I have, try wrapping your right shoulder using only your left hand. I'll bring a plastic groundsheet with a hole in it next time.
Virtuously arriving at the hospital quarter of an hour early, I then had to wait nearly 2 hours for my shot to arrive. To make up for it, I got three pre-measured syringefuls - this would have had me passed out on the floor a few months ago. No problem - I had nothing better to do and it gave me a chance to wade on through my Isaac Asimov tome.
Back at the hotel, what could be better than binge-watching the BBC's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Really enjoyed the first two episodes but not as much as I enjoyed sleeping through the next two. Time for a frantic room tidy before Susan arrived to introduce a dose of normality into my life again. It was nice to be driven to the hospital by someone who didn't use their cellphone half the way and who didn't have the car heater set to "max". I needed only one shot this time but it still took 2 hours as there was some confusion about what I should be getting. A million thanks to the doctor whose Sunday evening I disturbed to get this sorted out. A nice parting remark from the nurse was the information that 30% of people who get a Mozibil shot suffer from vomiting so what better for dinner than a Thai curry at the Basil Leaf in Winston-Salem. Mindful of the nurse's warning and with the thought of enjoying the curry again later, I opted for a milder one than usual and damn fine it was, too.
And so, as Samuel Pepys would say, to bed where I slept like a baby until 2:30 which segues not overly neatly into Monday's entry.
Virtuously arriving at the hospital quarter of an hour early, I then had to wait nearly 2 hours for my shot to arrive. To make up for it, I got three pre-measured syringefuls - this would have had me passed out on the floor a few months ago. No problem - I had nothing better to do and it gave me a chance to wade on through my Isaac Asimov tome.
Back at the hotel, what could be better than binge-watching the BBC's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Really enjoyed the first two episodes but not as much as I enjoyed sleeping through the next two. Time for a frantic room tidy before Susan arrived to introduce a dose of normality into my life again. It was nice to be driven to the hospital by someone who didn't use their cellphone half the way and who didn't have the car heater set to "max". I needed only one shot this time but it still took 2 hours as there was some confusion about what I should be getting. A million thanks to the doctor whose Sunday evening I disturbed to get this sorted out. A nice parting remark from the nurse was the information that 30% of people who get a Mozibil shot suffer from vomiting so what better for dinner than a Thai curry at the Basil Leaf in Winston-Salem. Mindful of the nurse's warning and with the thought of enjoying the curry again later, I opted for a milder one than usual and damn fine it was, too.
And so, as Samuel Pepys would say, to bed where I slept like a baby until 2:30 which segues not overly neatly into Monday's entry.
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