where was I? where am I?

I think it’s the 27th of May and I’ve been in 3 hospitals since May 16 and Matt had to go home suddenly because I wasn’t there to take care of him, or me.

All unexpected.

I thought I’d be back in a couple of hours so I took nothing with me in the ambulance, no coat or brush or comb or anything, not even Kleenex, (I use a lot of Kleenex.) I ended up in the Emergency ward of TGH, with lots of pills and patience required as I waited for an empty bed in the hospital. After two nights I was pushed to a bed in the.Surgical Ward. Then 3 nights later, I took a tour of the tunnels, being pushed on my way to a bed on the 7th floor of the hospital, the Geriatrirc floor (maybe two of them?)— where I am to take rehab and get stronger until I can go home.. They don’t say how long it will take but Ii’ll work at it so I won’t stay too long. I have work to do.

I have had all sorts of pills and shots and prescriptions. I feel like a pin cushion. But I’m fine. I had an inflammation around the heart and now there’s fluid but I’m OK.

.This has taken me a long time to write. I’m going to have a nap now before I walk the corridors again for exercise.

I have just learned that it is the 26th of May. I read the date-line on this blog.

So we have another lovely day to live through. I wish I could be outside.

Stay alive. Stay safe. Be well.

Bless, Bettyjane