I'm standing on our balcony watching the sun go down. Finvola lives round the corner from one of those headlands.
Just musing on the fact that there were times in the past nine weeks when I was convinced that I wouldn't see this view again, but that isn't what I wanted to tell you.
On my last day, (yesterday), I learned that my consultant definitely wouldn't be in the ward until next Friday. I was a bit upset at the thought of another week, so when I was getting my medication I joked to the wee nurse, "Give me Diazapam or I'll smash the windows by this afternoon" and she did !!!!! 😮
Anyway, later an older consultant passed my bed and used the hand wash attached to the bottom rail. He made a polite request for this as he did so and I, emboldened by the diazepam said, "Only if you write a discharge letter". That caught his attention so he listened to my tale, went off to read my notes, and came back with the suggestion that he would allow me to go as long as I returned to the Coronary Care Unit on Monday morning where he knew my consultant would be at a particular time. Eureka!!!