[Sundae]

I have depleted leucocytes, which was what the plasma was about.
I just thought I was going to be given some pills.

I hated being hooked up.
Even cleaning the canulla with a squirt of something (saline?) was painful and unpleasant. Once the pump started, the first few minutes were horrible, and hurt. I got used to it, although I could not look at the pulsing in my hand.

I know I got used to it, because when they hooked the second bag up it was unpleasant all over again.

Now I was booked in for an 11.00 procedure, but there was a delay with the patient who was supposed to be before me, so I was bumped up the schedule. 09.30 saw me on my bed, being wheeled through the corridors on my bed like an Egyptian Queen on her barge.

I had on my hospital robe, my mother's dressing gown, and knickers.
Now no-one told me I could travel with the back of the bed in the up position. And no-one advised me to get under the sheets. So I felt horribly exposed in my supine, stationery voyage. Nothing was actually exposed, but it's a weird feeling at any time, being amongst the general public (albeit hospital-public) in your nightwear. Last time I remember it was when my brother was being born and we had to go into the next door neighbours.

The porters took me to the wrong X-Ray department, so essentially I had a tour of the hospital's ceiling tiles and lift roofs. Not very edifying.

Got to the right department (through a door labelled Delivery Suite?!) and ended up waiting until 10.45 anyway. There were complications for the person being investigated ahead of me.

Still, got in before the rush, as it were. And I dozed...

Me prepped and ready.
Hospital gown detail.