I can go into a hospital, went with hubby for three months, every week. I went in, went to the loo, got a cuppa and took it out to the car.
It's the wards that are the issue.
Seems to me every single time I have been to visit anyone in a ward there has been someone sitting up in bed with a sick bowl.
When mum was in after breaking her hip she was in a single room...I managed that just.
When hubby was in A&E with his diabetes I was the one who wandered about outside and kept going back in when I was needed. My poor son said I looked worse than his dad. He had to cope with us both. He is nearly 26 now and I know he would support me if hubby was in. Hubby just forces me to do what's right. It's a case of this is what you need to do so with me holding your hand this is what you WILL do.
Need to stop overthinking and just live for the day.
Honeybun
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