The snow has arrived!
I spent a grand total of 17 nights in hospital. 17 nights too many, in the opinion of most people who know me – including, evidently, Roman!
Claire informed me that each night, I spent away from home, Roman would become very frustrated and angry – resulting in him attacking the bars of his run, as in the video below…
Since I have returned home, he has become relaxed and chilled.
It just shows, rabbits are such sensitive creatures, who can react dramatically to change.
What makes you think that I am a little bit tired?
I have escaped!
OK… I didn’t have to flee the hospital, by burrowing into the wall, evading armed guards and crawling through a sewage pipe. It was a tad more simple…
A pleasant young doctor, named Andrew, came to see me, checked that I was well, before saying that I was good to go. An Oscar winning performance.
I am still in hospital. Waiting for the discharge can take time. However, now that I know I will be leaving today, I can tolerate a few extra hours. Maybe I’ll even enjoy today’s lunch…
Victory sandwich
There was a major twist in the Hospital Acquired Infection saga, yesterday.
After talking to a respiratory doctor, it would appear that I don’t have a chest infection at all! This would certainly explain the fact that I am looking and feeling very well.
This should be great news, and in reality, it is. However, only the ward doctor can approve my release.
Doctors can be as elusive as a decisive politician at a Brexit meeting (oooh, topical!). I could, therefore be in for a bit of a wait…
Personally, I think the doctor should see me as a priority. I know that sounds incredibly selfish and even offensive. However, let me explain…
There are many patients far more unwell than me. In fact, every other patient on the ward is more poorly. They, of course, require medical attention more than someone like me, who is just suffering from boredomitis.
The reason I believe that I should be seen soon is because, if what we are lead to believe by the media, there is a national shortage of hospital beds. We are also told when the weather is cold and icy (like it is today), Emergency Departments are even busier thsn normal.
All I am doing right now, is lying down, eating biscuits, drinking coffee and blogging about the experience.
A very ill patient is far more worthy of a bed than me. The sooner the doctor says that I can be kicked out, the sooner my bed can be used by a poor soul, possibly stuck on a trolley in a corridor.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
