Part 2.... Chapter 22....

Llandough Hospital, Cardiff

Ok, it’s 6.30am on Monday the 19th November. I’m still here in Morriston, being joined by the most miserable weather. It is freezing outside. The window was left open allowing the sharp cold breeze to say hello uninvited.
Nurses are whizzing back and forth my room window a hundred miles an hour.
I pressed the buzzer at 6.40am. I just need someone to come in and close the god dam window.

I’ve been shivering my tits off for too long and my legs are like ice…. AAARRRGGGHHHH !!!

I’ve stretched over and grabbed my green thick woolly cardigan. Slipped it under the thin hospital blankets, popped my arms in and wrapped my body like a mummy…. Only my head and hands are exposed to the chilly air. Both hands poke through, one holds pen the other pinch holds the note book. 

Each breath exhaled looks like a personification of Jack Frost, it’s that cold. Think I’ll write later, my hands are almost blue….
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Finally. The nurse came in to stop the buzzer. Upon entering she directed a question to me, whilst rubbing her hands up and down her arms. ‘Ooo, it’s nippy in ‘ere. Aren’t you cold’?... 

​‘Can’t you tell?’. Was my reply as I pointed to my cardigan.

I asked her if there had been any news from Llandough to confirm admittance today, but the answer was no. I’m gonna try and snooze now. Latterzzzz.

Woop! Woop! The snooze and laterzzz didn’t last long. The ward chieftain swung open the door and loudly announced next to my bed, ‘Amanda, time to get up now. Your leaving this morning’. The chieftains voice sounds more like an officer in the army than the head nurse of a ward. I jumped out of my bloody skin when she barged in. ‘Really? I said. Thank Fuk I’m getting outta here’.
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Happy fuking Dayzzz. The day has arrived to re-pack my belongings and move on. I must be at Llandough by 12 noon so it’s time to put pen and paper away…. Laterzzzzz ????….
Ok, everything is packed, and I’m dressed ready to go. It’s now 10.15am and I’m waiting for the ambulance men to walk in. I’m excited, apprehensive, and body numb.
It’s 11.45am the boys have arrived. I’m strapped in and it’s time to move. It’s latterzzzz, again.

A lovely atmosphere greeted me when I arrived at Llandough Hospital lots of smiles and a room awaited. I was so relieved to have a room and happy to be here within 5 minutes. Thank the Gods.

It was the usual checking in format and the ‘Would you like a hot drink and sandwich’. The nurse unpacked all my things. Showed me wear everything is and on leaving said don’t hesitate in ringing the buzzer. She said the surgeon would be in to see me in the morning to explain what will be happening.
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As she left I started to feel relaxed and comfortable. Until I looked out through the door way and saw they have left me alone to settle in right opposite the tea making and laundry room. So once again I am right in the middle of noise… Fuking great.

Two other nurses came in to see me and take a swab from my nose, throat and groin areas and the little infected area on the top end of the scar from my first surgery. Blood pressure and temperature were taken and all is dandy. This hospital out plays Morriston on every level. It’s very organised, staff are better trained and friendlier, it’s cleaner and even the yogurt gets the thumbs up…. Nothing is ever going to change on the pain front for me, so again it's. 'Deal with it Bitch' mode ????