This whole hospital thing brings back memories of when I had my op. I lost a kidney and some other pieces to cancer some years ago. Somehow, I had some similar feelings then as I do now. Funny that, seeing it's not me being operated on this time. But it's the apprehension caused by the largely unknown facts. How will the op go? Will there be complications? Do people suddenly have a different reaction to the anesthetic than they might have before? What if I don't wake up?!?
It's a scary place to be in, and not easily managed! Must say though, it helps when the environment and staff are the best money can buy, or at least, the best my money can buy. At least I know that if I want or need something done, I can dictate it! And it will be! Anything is possible; you just need to pay for it. In lesser hospitals there is always the problem of demotivated staff, poor or non available skills and equipment. Inferior service overall (I am generalising but ....).
So, I am grateful of the opportunity to at least be in the position to decide which hospital my family uses.
Princess slept well, and this morning had a shower. I had to in there with her to help wash her hair. She has this lovely, thick long hair and couldn’t wash it herself.
Afterwards I had the dubious priveledge of drying it for her too. There’s s first for you.
Kids and 2 friends left this morning with the queen to Sun City. They are going to have a blast for sure. Gman turns 15 tomorrow, and we wont be there with him. But it’s no biggie. He’ll survive.
Time to make the Princess some lunch.
More later....
Salagatle!
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