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The day of my admission into hospital is drawing inexorably nearer, and I'm getting more nervous by the hour. I've cleaned, hoovered and ironed, and now I'm sitting here in a tidy flat wondering what clothes to pack for my 2 week sojourn at Mum's. I think of a pair of trousers, and I wonder if the legs will be wide enough for my leg in its cast to pass through...Maybe I should just pack skirts...or nighties?

And I'm beset by so many more questions: will I be able to go to the loo on my own? How do I wash my hair? Is it too late to call the whole thing off?

The nurse warned me not to bring any valuables to the ward with me. I'll need money to pay for a cab, but should I leave my phone at home? How then will I call in sick?

Will the cats be alright when I'm gone?

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desdemonaspace
Jul. 7th, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC)
Please don't call yourself names (e.g., lily-livered or yellow-bellied.) It's normal to be scared. (I'm one of those weirdies who actually likes going into hospital, because then I'm not at work! I know... weird, as I said.)

I wish I could housesit for you, and watch over your precious moggies. I'm a hella nurse, too, having cleaned up literally gallons of poo when Papa was sick. But the less said of that, the better.

I will pray for your speedy recovery, and return to full mobility and high-heededness.
gamiila
Jul. 8th, 2007 09:13 am (UTC)
(I'm one of those weirdies who actually likes going into hospital, because then I'm not at work!

Come to think of it, that's got to be one of the best things about this, too: I won't have to deal with Jobsworth and his increasingly dictatorial management style for a while!

And okay, I won't think of myself in terms of lily-livered, yellow-bellied, or just plain old cowardly anymore -- but I am still apprehensive, and I'll make no apology for that! ;-)
desdemonaspace
Jul. 8th, 2007 01:13 pm (UTC)
I understand.

**comforting hugs**
desdemonaspace
Jul. 9th, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
I wish I could help, but I know that it's only empty words, so I'll only say I hope your mum pampers you in your convalescence, and that upon your return to work you find that Jobsworth was replaced with a human being.