Waiting is hard when I’ve given myself into the hands of the Emergency Department of my nearest hospital. ED, colloquially.
Typing one fingered on my mobile is all I can do, on the bed. Cannula in my left arm, blood samples have been taken waiting for the lab report. Have not eaten since breakfast, now just about 3pm.
This naughty animal looking sweetly asleep carved a track in my leg early Sunday morning that then has gone septic.
Rita de Heer 