Mary Helen visiting me. I am the one in the bed!
24 hours later the diagnosis was post traumatic concussion. I was homeward bound and rest was ordered. Rest is not something accomplished with relish as it feels stupid doing nothing and watching TV is likely to hasten the arrival of dementia. Reading was out as my glasses hurt the bridge of my nose, though their imprint was fading. Everything heals although not as fast as you expect. I was told to lay off exercising and let my brain settle down, the headache was probably the brain shifting back to its pre-bump condition. My interpretation of the doctor's diagnosis. Have to say our little local hospital, Syd Petersen Memorial is wonderful. The night nurse Tommie was fun efficient and so pleasant. Even the charge nurse was friendly. The day nurse was a real RN and just lovely and so knowledgeable and positive,; Julie managed to tell me all about the pills prescribed and allay my fear that i was not going to be addicted as they contained very little poppy juice. Dracula actually visited at 4am. honest they needed another blood sample. This is a hospital that as much as you want to get out and go home you feel like a pampered guest. Getting in and out of the hospital takes hours. In a paperless world one expects everything to speed up. it's not.