St-Richards-Hospital 18th September 2021, I was up and out of the ward before 8 o’clock this morning! The Goodwood Revival meeting is on this weekend, and there’s a flypast of Spitfires at dawn. Well, not really dawn, but that’s what they call it!
Unfortunately, I didn’t see too much, as most of the flypast was hidden by the hospital’s buildings. But the roar of that Merlin V12 is unmistakable. Watching a whole squadron taking off must have been an incredible sight! Albeit in an unhappy time!
I managed to get a couple of photos, but nothing special. I’ll try again tomorrow morning.
Because I went to see the Spitfires, I missed breakfast, as I knew I would. But I had already made my mind up that I would go along to the cafe in the hospital for a fry up, even though recent experiences haven’t been good! I wasn’t disappointed, it hadn’t improved! It was worse. You don’t even get a plate or proper knife and fork now! It comes in a takeaway box! With a wooden knife and fork, which can neither cut nor stab anything!
I can remember when it used to be a great place to go for a good quality cheap meal. When my wife was here, back in 2006/7, the kids and I would come over of an evening and go up there for supper. I think it went downhill, as do so many of these places when they get outsourced to some big corporate company! It was always a popular place with both staff and patients. Now, you rarely see a member of staff eat in there at all!
I found out today what the ward (Aldwick) next to mine is. I’d been wondering ever since being in here. It had particularly spiked my curiosity as the doors were always closed! It was the same when I was in the Wittering ward across the corridor. Well, today, I found out, it’s a high dependency Covid-19 ward! No wonder the doors are always closed! I didn’t ask how busy they were. Hopefully, they aren’t.
Apart from seeing the Spitfires and breakfast out, it’s been a quiet day. Nothing happens too much over the weekend. And now I don’t have any antibiotics to take either it’s felt even quieter. Had I not had this infection lurking in my hip, they would have let me go home for the weekend. Haha, how ironic!
Well, just as I was sitting writing this, the doctor came and said I could go home! I didn’t need to telling twice. My bags were packed before he left the room! It always surprises me how quickly things change in hospitals! One minute, it seems you’ll never get out, then before you know it, you’re on your way home! I can’t say I’m surprised, really, as in myself, I feel fine, and my observations are all okay. And if they don’t have a slot in the theatre for me, it’s a waste of a hospital bed, especially as it’s so busy.
I don’t think I’ll be home for too long, and it wouldn’t surprise me if I’m back on Tuesday! Although possibly not that soon, my feeling is that it’ll be next Friday, but I don’t know. I’m just going to enjoy being home! And drink loads of beer, cheers!