Have worn down the nurses at last, they come in with a portable monitor unit so they can keep an eye on me remotely. I steal some bandages and a ziplock bag from a supply trolly in the hallway and make a little bag for it.
My look now comprises of fluffy slippers, pyjama bottoms, sports bra under a hospital gown with pink flowers that I tie up in the waist, wires sticking out everywhere to a monitor unit in a bandaged ziplock bag. I look like a suicide bomber who's overslept.
I totally rock hospital fashion.
With the portable, I am allowed out onto the ward patio, breathing fresh air for the first time since I got here. The list of things-I-haven't-appreciated-enough-before keeps growing.
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