Raff’s World

I had £2.

All but one of the tubes had been taken out. The morphine drip, The wound drip tube thingy. The tube out of the nose. The antibiotic tube drip.The saline drip was all that was left. It went everywhere with me. 

My £2 Adventure was something to look forward to from the day before. I had asked if I could go to the hospital shop and the answer was “yes”.  

My Sunday evening afternoon visitors were told of my exciting Monday adventures but I was only met with, “What are you going to wear?!!!!”

Mrs Rafferty was not pleased with the news that a T- shirt and a pair of boxies were the order of the day and at  Sunday evening visiting, a freshly ironed  pair of shorts arrived.

On Monday I waited. I wasn’t going to waste my Big Adventure by going too soon. So I did everything that day slowly. Watched TV for a bit. Read for a bit. Listened to the radio for a bit. Surfed the internet for a bit. Had a widgy bit of lunch (after distastrous Saturday I was back to soup) and finally, when everything had been done I got ready.

Slippers on. £2 in hand and out of the ward. The Big Adventure had to last as long as possible so, slowly out of the ward and slowly down to the far end of the (passing the morgue on the way!) corridor. Down in the lift to the ground floor and then back along the corridor to ……the SHOP! I was so excited. My drip trolley followed. People passed me wrapped against the cold – T shirts and shorts and slippers were not a good idea but ………………………

THE SHOP WAS RUBBISH! What can I do with a Ginster’s Pasty…or a few flowers or ….or a …..or a … IT WAS RUBBISH.

I spent £1.52 on a rubbishy quiz magazine and then walked back to the end of the ground floor corridor with my drip trolley. Got into the lift with my drip trolley. Walked to the other end of the 1st floor corridor with my drip trolley. Back into the ward with my drip trolley and with my drip trolley and 48p change got back into bed.

See what I mean!