After the negativity of yesterday, I hope I can raise the mood a little. I'd just like to thank those who have taken the time to comment on my blog, I really appreciate your input.
Yesterday we started a slow but gradual turn in the right direction. After so many turns for the worst recently it was refreshing and relieving to turn a different corner. Timing is, as they say of the essence. Shortly after Vicki's 'I don't want to go to sleep' discussion with me, I found myself sat in the Children's play room, looking sorry for myself while the nurses tended to Vicki. One of the consultants came down and introduced me to a psychologist who wanted to have a chat with me. At this moment, my heart sank, and my head was full of "oh my God, what are they going to have to tell me now that they need a shrink to check my mental state first". Fortunately nothing could be further from the truth. The psychologist would visit the ward regularly and ensure the patients, parents, carers and the staff are coping, and are OK. "Oh is that all", I thought, "thank God".
I explained what Vicki had been saying and he went to talk to her alone, whilst I made myself scarce. I found a few minutes to repair the wireless network that was, once again, misbehaving. Well, you know, once an IT technician, always an IT Technician. It was also nice just to do something useful after feeling completely and utterly pathetic for the last few weeks. Hang on a minute, did I just start to feel some self esteem creeping back in? Perhaps.
After the visit from the nice head doctor, Vicki was a little more upbeat, and started to do some of her 'manga' drawings. For those not versed in this particular artistic style, think Pokémon. (I do hope I've got the accent the right way around!). A little later one of the hospital's school teachers came in, and she even agreed to do some music work.
The highlight of the day though was after tea-time when Sarah and Kieran arrived, and her mood lifted immeasurably. I could start to feel the lead weights lifting up off of my weary shoulders.
As I left for home, I was tired, but upbeat. I'd forgotten what upbeat meant until now. I had indeed, turned a different corner.
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I am so glad things are moving back in the right direction. Can't listen to a Westlife song without loads of stuff flooding my mind, Chin up xx
ReplyDeleteJust read thursday's blog so glad that things are looking up all our love and hugs vicki from all the Townsends xxxxxx
ReplyDeleteHi, I work for Leicester Hospitals and as part of my job I keep an eye on what people are saying about us online. I was sorry to hear about your daughter and wondered if you might like to read Alfies blog. Alfie was diagnosed with leukaemia about a year ago and his mum has been blogging about it ever since: http://alfiejack4.wordpress.com/. I hope it helps. Greta
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