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Date: 05 March 2009 04:08:24
Well, as you might imagine, I'm hesitant to type anything out loud, but Ginger is currently sleeping in her cot next to me for the second night running, so I think we can say she is finally home now. (Having made it past the 24 hour mark, which she didn't the first time.) She really was quite poorly over the weekend, definitely at the point where she would have been in hospital anyway, not just because she had recently had surgery. Dehydration is one of those things which always looks incredibly dramatic, but is actually very easily solved. On Friday she was dry as a bone - dry lips, nasty tongue and sunken eyes - but was sorted relatively easily with IV fluids and dioralyte. After surgery there tends to be a lot of fluid about in the body, and Ginger came home from Bristol on diuretics to help reduce this, so her medication had to be stopped as it was contributing to the dehydration. Also, although she obviously needed to be rehydrated, they had to go very carefully so as not to overload her. Still - got there in the end.
As you can imagine there's quite a lot to tell you about from the last few weeks, given that we've been having hopefully the biggest medical adventure we'll ever have, but I need to get my thoughts in order about what goes where. I think Ginger wants to tell you about hospital herself. Groover has also been reminding me that it's now March and I still haven't let him do his new year address. I think it might have to be an Easter one now!
I'm not in the habit of doing book reviews here, but I thought I might do the books I read in hospital, as I had the opportunity to read several properly from start to finish (without the usual level of picking up and putting down which normal life makes necessary.) Realistically, I think when I say 'review' I mean 'couple of lines of (possibly irrelevant) comment'.
There are also some photos to show you, once I've got them onto the computer.
Finally here is a Groover comment from yesterday. (I was going to say a Groover conversation, but the only contribution mr b and I made was falling about laughing.)
Mr b is tidying up, and picks up on of Groover's books to put away. It's one of those ones with buttons to press at strategic points in the story to make a noise, As mr b picks it up, he presses a button with his thumb, and there is music, and (for some reason) a wolfwhistle.
Groover (curled up on the settee going to sleep): Be quiet! You are annoying me with your noisy loudness!