... with Dorothy of the South, Jackie and a Thai takeaway. And some cold white wine. I did actually sleep for most of the night afterwards.
An exhausting morning at the hospital. Dorothy and I walked - she walked, I tottered - down miles and miles of corridors, till we finally found the lab - and also found Captain B leaning on the door of the lab looking at his watch - he had parked the car and come the short way round. Got seen quickly but then had to wait as the injection site poured blood when she had to bandage it.
"Are you on warfarin?!" she asked alarmed. "Not yet" , I said glumly. I had to wait a while with my arm in the air till it could be staunched.
Perhaps this is what stress is doing to me.
Dorothy leaves this morning, having given wonderful help, advice and company.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
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