Hey people who loyally read my blog (it means a lot to me that you do <3) Today I’m at the hospital and I’m bored. So I thought it’d be a good idea to type all my thoughts throughout the day and then upload a big update in one. So get this, I had to get up at 6am to get here for 7am and my operation isn’t until this afternoon.>.< Bloody hospitals, buh it’s not just me, the bleeding secretary got it wrong for everyone on the ward. So there’s 5 of us sat around doing sod all on a ward filled with sod all and we have to wear stupid socks with no toes in them and cut your circulation off. Slippy death filled socks and I’m the only one on this ward (and the youngest) who knows how to put a pair of knee socks on in no time at all. They were amazed by it XD. The other ladies all seem very nice though, it’s a shame we’re all stuck here all day with nothing to. So I turned my laptop on and my MP3 as I already had it in my head as I didn’t want to talk to a bunch of people I didn’t know. Buh they all want to talk to me…so for now I have one headphone in listening to some awesome music that’s making me smile so as I at least appear happy.
According to Mr Morgan (The doctor) I look worried, I always thought I was a relatively chilled person and I wasn’t worried until he said I looked worried. Buh the fact that he looks like Penfold from the Dangermouse series makes him a lot easier to talk to XD.
All the nurses and anaesthetists were talking to all the other ladies on the ward about their situations and then all at once everyone wanted to ask me everything, it was like pass the parcel with patient notes, questionnaires and consent forms and now I have a random black mark on my arm so he knows which arm he’s operating on >.< I thought I could at least update the CRC story whilst I had nothing to do. I find that even though chapter 1 was yuri orientated, the new chapter has fictional characters and a yaoi scene right at the beginning, though a kind of tame one considering I’m writing it.
I have to sleep downstairs today, Dad said he’ll be getting the mattress off my bed and putting it in the living room. As long as I’m done and home in time for Britain’s Got Talent, I’m not much fussed where I sleep…Although, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stay awake for the duration of the show, everyone says the anaesthetic will keep me practically knocked out for the next few days. Not that I mind much, I haven’t been sleeping well so the fact that I will be forced to sleep is just fine with me. I just kinda…hate hospitals…..I never used to buh they managed to screw around so bad with my Nana and I’m appalled by the care that she received, because of this I’m obviously keeping to myself as much as I can. I had my brother download me some anime last night so if I get too bored, I can always watch Macross Frontier. I think I might go the shop and get a puzzle book or something; It’s ridiculous that we’re all stuck here with last years’ magazines and nothing on the telly. Yeah I guess I will.
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I swear it’s an abomination to charge £2.75 for a freaking puzzle book -.- and we used to be able to get the beano from here for 80p. Bloody hospitals. So I did a wordsearch and a half and now I’m bored stiff again……..sigh**
Okay I found something to rant about…WHAT THE HELL IS WITH HOSTIPAL GOWN EFFORTS!!!……I use efforts as the main word in that sentence because they really are. They’re just two long coats, one goes on forward, one goes on backwards….seriously hospital….seriously? I can’t even sit here and watch Jurassic Park in peace as all the nurses of the hospital are popping in and out of the room -.-. Everyone’s bored stiff and either reading or gorming of into space, I doubt anyone could sleep as we all got up at 6 for this and now we have to wait…that tends to piss a person off.
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Okie so now is as good a time as any to update, I’m out of surgery now. All of the nurses said the first thing I tried to do when I woke up was try to get out of bed….well it’s instinct isn’t it? Along with crying and literally asking where Penfold was….not that the nurses knew what I was on about. Then I asked for my teddy bear and from then I seem to remember what happened. My throat is sore as hell though from the breathing tube they stick in ya to help ya breathe. Seriously, I can’t even swallow toast >.< Buh an hour or so has passed since then and I’m on half hourly observation for now to make sure I’m okay. I feel fine aside from the fact I can hardly swallow. The nurse in charge says as soon as I’m up and walking about and can go to the toilet then I’m free to go….I can walk around just fine. Dad just come to see me and bought my teddy bear with him so I feel better now. I ready want to get this damned needle out of my hand and go home. One of the ladies on the ward asked me what kind of stories I write….how the hell do you tell an old lady that you write gay romance stories!? Meh I just thought it though and said “all kinds” and she accepted that as it stood. Poor lady has had to wait all day and still hasn’t had her operation yet.
Home now so I’m off
Ciao~
Aqua