The Hospital Try-out Tour

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On Thursday BD was set free to continue the watching brief at home. 

"Right!" Said the proxy cat. "Let's get this show on the road!"

Over the next couple of days we explored a bit more of Melbourne under the guise of finding a pathology place that met BD's exacting bloodletting requirements. Along the way we found a donut shop which was an unexpected bonus even if we had nowhere to stop at the time and therefore couldn't actually get any donuts which was very sad. 

Having lived the high life at the Epworth, and the diverse life at the Royal, it was time to explore the  public health facilities a little closer to home. Roger very kindly volunteered for this cause, developing a small back issue which rapidly rendered him bed bound with back spasms. After a night of groaning and misery with his usual drugs being ineffective and no way of getting him in the car, we called the ambulance and off he went to Sandringham hospital.

Smile?  Maybe not...

He wasn't there for long: just enough time to peruse the menu;

Reportedly tastier than it looked. Our hospital food connoisseur was envious of the pavlova dessert and approved the hospital staples of mashed spud and slightly mushy carrots.

and for me to spend the morning driving back and forth across south-east Melbourne getting people to their blood tests and running too many silly errands which couldn't be avoided. Before you could say 'but he can barely get into the car' Roger was packed off home with a suitable cocktail of drugs and some equipment which allowed him to embrace his inner geriatric.

Don't be fooled.  He might have a set of wheels but he was still spending most of his time supine and suffering.

Throughout all this the dogs were both overcome and overexcited by all the comings and goings, and particularly by the incapacitation of their favourite walking buddy. D1 coped by being underfoot as much as possible, and then displaying abject dejection when he was banned from accompanying Roger in the bedroom and toilet.

In a fit of responsibility before BD's surgery we bought a doorbell, with the purpose of allowing her to call us should she be in another room and out of earshot.  Well let me tell you I was beginning to regret that silly doorbell as my duo of disaster dinged away, needing medication, feeding, watering, heating of hot packs, emptying of pee bottles, and general running to and fro on top of picking up medication and ensuring that BD got to visit her catchild.

And then I had to look after the pets as well!   

All tucked in for the night.




Comments

  1. JasmineOctober 11, 2022 at 9:51 PM

    Mmmmm, seems like you've been doing more nursing then me, and not getting paid for it. Such is love and family. Hope both the sickies, the first and second get well as quickly as possible, Roger may have to embark on a program like Tony has for his back of core exercises, and now continuing at the gym to build strength to prevent, hopefully further episodes of incapacitation.

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  2. KatyBeeOctober 12, 2022 at 8:40 AM

    Haha, you can take a man to exercises but you can't make him do them.... Yes, I've been kept busy but at least BD hasn't had any more excursions to Emergency, and Roger is steadily improving. We're almost to the point of being able to go for picnics and cardiac-rehab-approved walks. Now if only the weather would cooperate!

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