It's day 5 of my rest and recoup (coupled with some IVs to batter whatever is wreaking havoc), and I am doing well - yay! Breathlessness is muchly improved, as is walking ability, due to a rather good techique taught to me by the physio, which involves pursing your lips as you breathe out (splints the airways open, I visualise lots of tiny matchstick scaffolding-type poles for some reason).
I progressed so rapidly at first that they were talking about discharge "after the weekend" on Friday. Sadly I took this to be a promise of release today, when in fact it turns out that they want to review me on Wednesday, which is ward round day, when all the doctors come round, some donning their white coats specially for the occasion, and stare at you in unison. Technically Wednesday is after the weekend, so I suppose they didn't lie to me as such.
Yesterday I escaped for an hour in the afternoon and was wheeled down the road in search of a purchase. I feel that as inpatients we should be given an inner london allowance, similar to that which teachers get, as shopping whilst in a hospital situated on the Kings Road is not good for my bank balance. To my delight and sheer unadulterated joy, I found a full length deep pink skirt with sequins at the bottom which of course I had to buy as it would have been foolish and silly not to. My nurse said retail therapy beats IV therapy and I have to say I am inclined to agree!