It is not without a feeling of guilt that I am taking a day off today. Everybody says “look after the carer too” but it’s really difficult.
Michael told me to go out for lunch ( maybe he wants s break from ME!) Still I have rung him three times this morning, just to make sure he is alive and well and had not succumbed to some sudden collapse or I rampant infection!
Still, not being the martyr type, selfishness quickly overcame my guilt and egotistical thoughts of “what will the nursing staff think” (as if they have nothing better to do than make judgements about patients visitors!)
So here I am, on the station, waiting to escape to Manchester for lunch with my dear friend Redqeen……… I must find out why she uses that pseudonym.
“Redqueen” was a nickname she was given one day at work, when somebody said she sounded like the Red Queen in Alice in wonderland, who was quick to anger if she didn’t get her own way and would shout ” off with their heads”
This is not the placid , mild mannered friend I know…..scary!
We have had a lovely lunch at 47 King St West. A favourite for afternoon tea.
I did not abandon Michael completely and visited him this evening. Now out of HDU and now a surgical ward, he seems to be making an amazing recovery.
However he was a little “drunk” from the morphine, which I found amusing as I have never seen him drunk
A year ago we were in Helsinki, Finland.