One thing I love about Australians, we all have a little bit of mongrel in us.
No matter how worldly or refined we become, we have the fuck off gene, the nah mate, get out of my way thing.
It’s recognised in every language, an essential tool for travellers.
I love it. It’s ours.
I’m not telling English people anything they don’t know, but that NHS, it’s an insult to the people who pay for it.
A proper mattress, warmth, a shower that works, these things are the very basics of a hospital.
Not one politician would spend one night in the health system they manage.
Whispers home at last,
Whispers home at last
No clot.
Going home.
huzzah
Now the scan is being done online, via Australia.
Getting dressed is a funny thing to do in a hospital. Suddenly they can accommodate your scan and discharge you.
I’ve always wanted to self discharge from a hospital.
It’s causing some consternation.
The scan they forgot to order won’t be ‘til Monday now, so I said I’d come back for it.
Bureaucracy is now being tormented by good sense.
This morning I got out of bed without making weird old man noises.
To me that means cured.
I’ll be demanding Vegemite if I’m here any longer.
Medical team here being thorough, the bastards.
Some symptoms hanging around, and I flew long haul recently, so tomorrow they’ll rule out a clot.
There’s no reason to believe there is, cautionary, but worth doing because I’m flying again soon.
Hospital dinner for me again tonight.
The thing about a “complete recovery” is it means returning to being just as shit as I always was.
I’ve been superbly polite all week, possibly the most days in a row without swearing since I was six years old.
Today, one pompous doctor very nearly received the natural Australian response, but I restrained myself.
At 4 a.m., in his NHS hospital room, he realised the bathroom light came on when he entered, not just when the door opened, and he felt loved.
Researching the freight cost of bringing my furniture from Australia to this hospital room.
Apparently I live here now.
Huzzah! We ended a species, now we can celebrate by selling our species ending trophies.
Freaks.