Whilst I appreciate the rich variety of people that I am privileged enough to encounter courtesy of the NHS, I really wish you could wing it so there are slightly more sane people in my vicinity, rather than the collection of prehistoric flubber that has currently taken to lurking outside my bedroom door swearing at their velour clad offspring.
We have a plan (I have an overwhelming urge to say Batman after that, but have resisted the temptation in order to maintain at least a visage of sanity at this juncture of our incarceration). To catch you up since our last entry we have excelled at defining the 'quo' in status. We have tried
So another week has rolled by with not much happening. There does seem to be a downward trend with his aspirates, but chickens… counting… not. One thing that has been achieved is getting the consultant, dietician and ward manager to all sit down and agree a plan with me. Trust me, this is impressive. Principally