her how I did it, I think that she was trying to take my mind off of things, anyway with Helen’s assistance a towel from the bathroom was tied around my neck forming a bib, I then searched the water jug to find some small pieces of ice and then to their sometimes difficult to control amusement I proceeded to go through the awkward but rewarding process of getting small chunks of ice down my throat.
To be able to again successfully perform my little trick bucked me up slightly which was further boosted when Kate suggested that rather than just plain ice that possibly Mum could freeze some fruit juice so that I could have flavoured ice which might be nicer, I agreed that this would indeed be more pleasant and then there followed a discussion on which fruit juice would be best.
I said that I thought that orange juice would not be a good idea as it tended to be quite thick and sometime had bits in it which might catch in my throat so it was going to have to be a choice of the berry juices and in the end it was agreed that cranberry juice would be the best one to try as it was a very clear liquid, Kate and Helen smiled and said that this would be something to look forward to tomorrow but somehow felt a bit odd to me that there was anything to look forward to in my present situation.
It was then that the duty doctor came into the room on his daily rounds, he asked if I was feeling tired after the weekend as he had heard that I had received quite a few visitors, I said that it had been pretty exhausting particularly as I had not been able to sleep very well because of the lack of atropine patches and I had little choice but to sleep in the chair next to the bed to overcome my problem cough, he said that he would look into it and that if atropine patches were not available then he would prescribe injections instead.
He then checked my ‘obs’ chart and asked the usual questions about bowel movements etc. and once satisfied that things were as well as could be expected he reminded us that the porter would be along shortly to take me for the MIR scan and then bid us good morning and left.
Helen and Kate said that they would need to get some shopping in after the house full of visitors at the weekend so once the porter came they would pop off to the local supermarket and come back to see me early evening and bring Jim with them.
Not many minutes later a porter arrived with a wheel chair so after saying that I would rather be going to the supermarket with them than to have a scan I waved cheerio as they left the room.
Now wrapped in a blanket with my notes held on my lap I was whisked away through the labyrinth of hospital corridors to where the MIR scanner was situated and once again was left parked adjacent to the wall waiting for the radiologist to come and get me.
A lady introduced herself and asked me if I could walk into the room or did I need the wheelchair, I said I felt able to walk so she took the notes from me and with me holding onto her arm I shuffled into the scanner room.
This was generally a repeat of the previous CT scanner experience except that this time I was managing to control my swallowing more successfully and there was less coughing so the whole episode was over in one take albeit it had taken slightly longer than the last time, then once more safely deposited in the wheelchair in my parallel parking spot next to the wall I waited for the porter to arrive, there is a lot of waiting to be done in hospital.
When I got back to the room Andy was waiting and after I was disgorged from the wheelchair back into the bedside chair and fully reconnected I gave him a brief resume of how the MIR scan had gone and he wished me luck with the results, he told me that he had watched Matt and his dad going through the companies files on the computer at home and that they had taken copies of what was needed for Matt to continue with the business in the short term.
I thanked
To be able to again successfully perform my little trick bucked me up slightly which was further boosted when Kate suggested that rather than just plain ice that possibly Mum could freeze some fruit juice so that I could have flavoured ice which might be nicer, I agreed that this would indeed be more pleasant and then there followed a discussion on which fruit juice would be best.
I said that I thought that orange juice would not be a good idea as it tended to be quite thick and sometime had bits in it which might catch in my throat so it was going to have to be a choice of the berry juices and in the end it was agreed that cranberry juice would be the best one to try as it was a very clear liquid, Kate and Helen smiled and said that this would be something to look forward to tomorrow but somehow felt a bit odd to me that there was anything to look forward to in my present situation.
It was then that the duty doctor came into the room on his daily rounds, he asked if I was feeling tired after the weekend as he had heard that I had received quite a few visitors, I said that it had been pretty exhausting particularly as I had not been able to sleep very well because of the lack of atropine patches and I had little choice but to sleep in the chair next to the bed to overcome my problem cough, he said that he would look into it and that if atropine patches were not available then he would prescribe injections instead.
He then checked my ‘obs’ chart and asked the usual questions about bowel movements etc. and once satisfied that things were as well as could be expected he reminded us that the porter would be along shortly to take me for the MIR scan and then bid us good morning and left.
Helen and Kate said that they would need to get some shopping in after the house full of visitors at the weekend so once the porter came they would pop off to the local supermarket and come back to see me early evening and bring Jim with them.
Not many minutes later a porter arrived with a wheel chair so after saying that I would rather be going to the supermarket with them than to have a scan I waved cheerio as they left the room.
Now wrapped in a blanket with my notes held on my lap I was whisked away through the labyrinth of hospital corridors to where the MIR scanner was situated and once again was left parked adjacent to the wall waiting for the radiologist to come and get me.
A lady introduced herself and asked me if I could walk into the room or did I need the wheelchair, I said I felt able to walk so she took the notes from me and with me holding onto her arm I shuffled into the scanner room.
This was generally a repeat of the previous CT scanner experience except that this time I was managing to control my swallowing more successfully and there was less coughing so the whole episode was over in one take albeit it had taken slightly longer than the last time, then once more safely deposited in the wheelchair in my parallel parking spot next to the wall I waited for the porter to arrive, there is a lot of waiting to be done in hospital.
When I got back to the room Andy was waiting and after I was disgorged from the wheelchair back into the bedside chair and fully reconnected I gave him a brief resume of how the MIR scan had gone and he wished me luck with the results, he told me that he had watched Matt and his dad going through the companies files on the computer at home and that they had taken copies of what was needed for Matt to continue with the business in the short term.
I thanked
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