Tales from Ward 7
During my stay in Ward 7 I had a visit from a young male physio who was just completing his training. It was Pink Shirt Day, not that I really knew that. Anti-Bullying Day is a day when people wear a pink shirt to symbolise a stand against bullying. But the physio staff have their own uniforms and instead of a pink shirt this young man was sporting a topknot tied up with a pink ribbon. He was at pains to tell me all about it, and said his female colleagues had made him do it! Good on him, I thought, taking a stand on such an important issue.
Who can remember those skin tight white surgical stockings used to prevent blood clots in the legs after an operation? Seems they are now a things of the past. While I was bedridden my lower legs were wrapped in a pair of these, made from a material similar to batting used in quilting, threaded with tubes, and plugged into the power. These gently massaged the legs, with each pulse accompanied by a low moaning sound – hence I called them Moaning Minnies. To be fair, I thought the movement up and down each leg quite comforting and the accompanying noise was not too obtrusive at all. My pair of Moaning Minnies kept me company for many days.
It is wonderful to be back home now to continue with my recovering. Friends have been so kind, with cards, phone calls and visits. And we really appreciated Val and Bill who dropped off a Cottage Pie when they came for a quick visit, making for an easy meal that night.
Thank you Val