Well anyway, back to me now!
After my success during the rugby the nursing staff took exception to me having 3 poos in 90 minutes. But I didn’t know what till later.
At about 8.30pm I was getting very tired and irritable, it’s noisy, it’s very bright and there’s people having loud conversations and I’d had enough.
I stuck in my earplugs and covered my eyes with a t shirt and tried to get some rest. There’s still a din going on around me and I’m not very happy. I don’t know if I’ve told you but I don’t feel too good these days either.
Then there’s more ruckus, a lot of banging chairs and stuff, and even noisier conversations - I am going to get up and lay down the law and end up punching someone, I’ve just about had it!
Just as I was about to move, there’s a hand on my shoulder shaking me and someone talking to me. I can’t hear well with the earplugs in, but I lost it big time with the horrified nurse who was shaking me. I asked/shouted why is it there’s so much commotion around all of us extremely ill patients? Why can’t they all just fuck off and go annoy someone else? I was fuming and getting extremely emotional and in floods of tears.
This poor nurse explained the noise was them moving furniture around to enable them to move me and bed into an isolation room. I was absolutely shell shocked how I’d been so nasty to her and tried to apologise, but it’s never enough really. Another nurse came to me, Chloe, I’ve had a few laughs with her some days ago and she’s now back on shift, and asked if there was anything she could do to help. I said a hug would help as I was by then just dissolving in tears. So she hugged me and honestly it really helped. Then she said if I wanted another one to let her know.
I was taken into my isolation room and was able to settle down. But I’m mortified about how I reacted, it’s so far out of character and I really need some good news soon or I’m going to relapse.
