Colin has really not been feeling that well since Friday, complaining of a splitting headache and feeling (and being!) sick. All that has happened is that he has been given paracetamol - no one has thought to find out why he has a headache. And I'm really concerned - this could be the brain again. So he has been feeling fairly miserable as his visitors will know only too well!
And if all that wasn't enough, yesterday (Bank Holiday Monday) it was decided to move him out of the ward where he'd been for two weeks and into Avon 4/5 - which is, as far as I can tell, a geriatric unit (it is classed as 'elderly care' on the Worcestershire Royal Hospital website). This is not even in the main hospital building - it appears to be one of the old buildings on the original Newtown site - and consequently it is very depressing inside! When I turned up yesterday evening I was truly appalled that they had moved Colin there. The noise from some of the elderly patients was awful and I knew this wouldn't bode well. This was Avon 4 and the sister, probably sensing my horror managed to get him into the next door ward, Avon 5 where at least it was a little quieter but still depressing. And to add insult to injury they didn't even move all his belongings with him, so he didn't even have his spectacles and footwear, and other things had also been missed!
I'm so grateful that a friend and neighbour had visited with me last evening, I don't think I'd have coped so well otherwise!
So, I have had to have another set of conversations about physio, his care, his memory, etc., etc. And it feels like just me against the rest of the world - and I'm rather battle weary!
Jane