I had just arrived in Birmingham via patient transport. I had been given my own room and welcomed to the ward by a HCA and Staff Nurse.
The HCA took my blood pressure, blood sugar, height and weight. She then went on to explain what would happen next.
It seemed pretty clean, comfortable and organised here I thought to myself as I glanced around the room.
I let my family and Mark know I had arrived safely and sent them a photo of my room.
Once I got settled in, it suddenly occurred to me that this is what I was waiting to happen for so long. I was so far from Torquay, I had left behind Mark, work, my flat and independence.
I knew that I’d have to go through this and that it would only be temporary but it seemed like a lot to take in and adjust to. I felt my eyes fill up with tears but immediately told myself to stay strong and rubbed then away. I wasn’t going to let anything get me down anymore. I was determined to stay as strong as possible.
The room seemed pretty nice and clean. It was quite roomy too.
On the bed side table, there was a menu for tomorrow’s meals. The choices seemed pretty decent so it was easy to decide what to have. At least my mum wouldn’t feel the need to bring food in for me, even if I’d probably prefer her cooking.
It was pretty late and I was exhausted but how could I sleep on this mattress. Just kept moving and whistling. Wasn’t even comfortable but aren’t they meant to be? Hmmm… Oh well, at least I’m here now and the assessment starts tomorrow. Everything’s moving a bit quicker!!