I spoke to my mate Wayne the other day who made me laugh for hours. He said that he hadn’t been reading the blog lately because Jasmine seemed to be so much better. Previously, when lots of terrible things happened, he was riveted and read the blog every morning but now it’s all a bit dull so he has gone elsewhere on the web to get his kicks.
Neil came home a bit cross-eyed this morning with Jasmine. Jasmine was smiling happily. Neil hadn’t had much sleep at all in the night but was glad he practised the alarms. Jasmine had been sick a couple of times this morning so he had spent since 6am cleaning up her sick and changing the cot.
I had spent the morning at home sorting out our bedroom and bathroom. We can fit in the dialysis machine and all of the dialysate and hand washing scrub stuff and everything we need in both places so that our life is easy. So after lunch we were all ready to try out my organisation. as we were scheduled to change Jasmine’s PD dressing. This involves several trips to and from the bathroom to the bedroom for handwashing, easy access to various bits of sterile swaps, antiseptic and what have you, and somewhere clean and flat to put Jasmine. It went really well. Neil did the dressing and said it was a bit easier at home, since we have control over where to put things. The only problem is where to keep the paper towels. We think we may have to screw our new paper dispenser to the wall and make our bathroom look like a public convenience.
I am staying at the hospital tonight so we will take Jasmine back in a while. Indiana Jones is on the telly so I can watch that while Jasmine snoozes and Neil can organise the dinner, though I am bit bored of pizza.