On Parole From Hospital World

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The front entrance of the Royal Melbourne opened directly to the street and the footpath was clogged with smokers getting their fix and patients who had escaped for a bit of fresh air which wasn't so fresh on account of the smokers.  
The front entrance of the Royal Melbourne was also quite entertaining what with the standards of dress and undress (hospital gowns being considered adequate street and smoke-break attire by some) on display; the odd sovereign citizen throwing a hissy fit at being asked to wear a mask in a hospital of all places; and periodic displays of road rage and pecking-order-violations related to queue-jumping in the taxi rank. Not to mention people like me traipsing back and forth to the 7-11 for our $3 hot chocolates, and the inevitable construction workers making lots of noise.

It's bad form to take photos of crazy other people, so you get me instead.

The weather was beautiful.  Unfortunately we didn't get out to enjoy it seeing as BD was still in hospital so we enjoyed the view from her window instead, which wasn't quite the same.

Better than a brick wall.  

The morning walk from the train station up to the hospital gave me a chance to look at Melbourne City. Above street level some of the beautiful buildings of old Melbourne were visible, albeit a bit dirty from years of traffic grime.

Above the old buildings, reflections puddled on the glass walls of skyscrapers,

And at street level avenues of trees sputtered into leaf.

In Hospital World BD achieved a personal best or two, and time trudged slowly towards her (third and hopefully final) discharge.  After much to-ing and fro-ing the Cardiology Big Cheese granted her parole and we were out of there quicker than you could say 'pack up all this stuff and someone get the car.' 


The proxy cat, having performed emotional support duties, was summarily relegated to a plastic bag. He was not impressed.

Home we went in peak hour, which took an hour and wasn't ideal for someone who'd just taken diuretics, but we made it.

Discharge day one: again.

The dogs went into raptures when the three of us arrived home, even if I was smelling traitorously of cat and had to return to said cat rather than stay the night. The Chill Cat, having been alone all day, unleashed his inner Bonkers Cat when I got back to him, and alternated between leaping dementedly around the unit and attempting to squeeze himself in way-too-small spaces.

I fit! Truly I do!

 I ignored him and went to bed.

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