Thank you very much, charity. I know all the prayers of you good people carry a lot of weight with the Almighty.
Well, Anna is back in the ward, and John finally had a good night's sleep. But he said, Anna's personality has changed: she's been swearing at the nurses, accusing them of stealing her jewelry, and ordering them around, raving about their house having been burgled - all sorts of crazy stuff. I told him I'd be very surprised if it wasn't just a temporary thing. Yes, he said, sometimes it takes a long time for the anaesthetic to wear off. That sounds the most likely thing to me.
Anyway, I was in stitches as he was telling me, and I think it cheered him up too, as, with all his worries, the funny side of such a thing would have escaped him, I dare say.
Another funny thing she said to a nurse - well she accused her, of calling her a dirty Pommie who didn't wash. Something like that. Well, I said, when I was in hospital over there someone in my ward (a young lad whose parents were Poms, I believe
told me they had a saying, 'As dry as a Pommie's towel!" Which also had me in stitches. (So, when John told me he was off to have a shower, I said, 'Oh.. yes... we've heard that one before!' More laughter. He's a great lad for banter himself, John. He said something hilarious. I must try and remember.)
Anyway, I said to tell Anna that about '...dry as a Pommie's towel, and thinking I might stir up some mischief, get Anna raging at him! But he saw through my ploy.
He said her kidney is still not working, so she's still on diaysis, though he doesn't think she realises it. They'd talked about it a lot, apparently, and she was adamant that she wasn't going to go through that again. I hope and pray her kidney kicks in again, even partially. It took a long time to get working after the transplant she had, though eventually it's last nineteen years - which I believe is considered pretty good. Having to take those anti-rejection drugs is a shame, considering they might not be necessary, but the risk of trying to do without them is too great.
Yesterday, I phoned up an old pal of ours (Anthea's and mine), who used to look after our car, pick it up, deliver it back, get the work done cheaply and try to give us it 'on account'. As he said, when we asked what account, 'on account you haven't any money!" Any way, he'd had his hip replaced and was back at home.
Well, telling me of his travails in the ward after the op, was the cue for more 'schadenfreude' kind of laughter. The old boy in the bed opposite him kept him awake all night ringing the bell for the nurse all the time, etc. The person next to him, peed the bed, so the bed-clthes had to be changed. He's a light sleeper, like Anthea was.
So, I said, yes, I can't sleep during the day at all. And he replied that during the day, after keeping him awake most of the night, His Nibs slept like a baby.
Isn't it strange how you get different things from either sex? I was musing the other week, how bleak life was without a female presence in the flat. But at least when I get the opportunity to gibber with male friends and relatives, I get a lot of of laughs with them. As much as I ever did when I was younger. Most of my memories of the army are of the laughs we had.
anyway, John'll be phoning me tomorrow again. Oh, also. The care workers are arranging for someone to come in in the evenings to make my mother's meal and put her to bed. Also, he'll be free on the weekends. It'll take about a fortnight to arrange, but what a blessing it will be.