Following on from yesterday’s delayed discharge, I have been moved. There I was at 5:00am enjoying being fast asleep and I was abruptly woken up. Reminds me of prisoners telling me about their “ghosting out” experiences where they were bundled into a prison van and transferred elsewhere when it was least expected.
Naturally I was a little disoriented as I was told I was being moved to another ward with no explanation. I was plonked into a wheelchair, my belongings were bagged up and I was off. We went out of the ward, into a lift. I asked if we were going up or down and there was no reply. It seemed quite breezy as we sped through corridors with movement detectors turning the lights on as we weaved our way to a completely different part of the hospital.
So here I am in the Surgical Short Stay Unit. A small ward with just five beds. There are no windows and I don’t know what floor I’m on.
I have continued feeling thirsty and guzzling lots of water. My urine colour appears normal to me and it feels good keeping my kidneys well flushed, especially as my drip has been removed.
There is a different group of staff here and a different way of operating. I need to learn how to “manage” the staff here. In the previous ward I had them sussed and could pretty much get whatever I needed (apart from Wi-fi!).
Looks like the Doctors are starting their rounds. You get a main doctor with a couple of junior staff in tow who sort the curtains and take notes. One patient has already been seen. I don’t know how long it will be before I’m seen.
Someone has plonked a catheter bag on my bed which could indicate I’m a step closer to being sent home. Yippee!