Blood pressure and temp taken at just gone 07.00.
Weighed and measured again.
Brekkers (this time with jam, I was getting greedier) and then shower and wash hair with the extreme body modification that was.... you guessed it. Canulla.
Gutted when the nurse who came in to advise me of my discharge time said, "Oh, I'm surprised they didn't take that out last night!" Grrrrr. Still, I was so glad to get rid of it. Although for about two hours afterwards I missed the jangle of the plastic tags when I turned the page.
Docs were happy.
And it turned out NO bruising from hated canulla, only on left hand from exploded vein. Go figure.
Mum & her friend came to pick me up.
Photo of the services available on the concourse.
This is part of the hospital.
They may have them in plenty in many places, but I have never seen a travel agent or a bank inside a hospital in this country before. Or a Burger King.
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