WEDNESDAY 4TH JANUARY.
My first report for this year: Two young nurses arrived while I was in the bathroom (isn’t that always the way). They arrived to check on hubs, is he being cared for properly. He was sitting up, washed and dressed in a casual fashion. Bloods were taken , scars examined, they are truly hideous. Many questions asked and answered, all the boxes ticked. Problems? Feet, the blood seems to struggle to get to the toes. Advice to me rub some cream on , not on the scar tissue but on the whole skin. Hubs keen to ensure his diet is healthy, no cakes, no biscuits, no fat, cut down on sugar. This last not so easy sugar is apparently added to everything even breakfast cereal. Must read the small print on the packet, where did I put that magnifying glass?
Two alert and pleasant young women, a very reassuring presence for me in my role as chief nurse, indeed only nurse. Who knew that dressing an adult would involve such a detailed and orderly set of instructions? The patient is talking more, able to move more easily. We have discussed what could so easily been the alternative. The shock is beginning to subside.
MONDAY 9TH JANUARY