My room is quite a nice room. Just me, lots of space and a washroom. Because it’s reverse isolation there are a pair of doors and a small hallway to get in. Sort of like an air lock. But, there are no locks on the doors or curtains on the windows in the doors or any signage as to what may be going on in the room. Doctors knock, everyone else just flies in and out.
While this is sort of a part of The Journey I’m posting over here because I didn’t want this flying out to all the subscribers. If they see it here well, no problem, but I’m not advertising.
Part of my care in hospital is wound care for the PITA (perianal abscess & fistulas) plus an infection that popped up in the area as well 🙄. Wound care involves soaking the area twice a day in an 25% acidic (vinegar) solution. Surprisingly, this doesn’t hurt. Anyway, to do this I’m quite exposed with my rear end pointing towards the ceiling.
As the nurse is performing the procedure and orderly wings in to pick up my lunch tray. It happened.
Out and about
I’m typing this post from the hospital lobby after picking up some lifesavers in the convenience store. Then there was a walk around the front circle drive and I’m sitting in a chair and feeling pretty comfortable.
