Wellington Day 1
Luncheon in St. Johns Wood
Margaret was ready and waiting when Christopher and I went to pick her up from the Charing Cross hospital at 12:30pm today.
The doctor had already called in from The Wellington to ensure everything was ok for transfer. We said goodbye to the staff and went downstairs to the physiotherapy department where Emma escorted Margaret out and assisted her into the car, and off we went.
There was some busy lunchtime traffic around Hammersmith and even worse around Shepherds Bush, where the White City road (that leads up to the BBC) is closed for a massive shopping centre being built. By the time we got to the hospital we were all hungry, but as there was no wheelchair with us we could not really go into a cafe, besides there was nowhere to park.
Christopher was then dumped from the car to go into Tesco to get some sandwiches and drinks while I cruised round looking for a parking place. We eventually found one and parked up and had a picnic in the car. Are we classy or what?
The porter at the hospital kindly offered to park up the car for us for an hour while Margaret was admitted and taken up to her room.
Margaret is in room 660 on the 6th (top) floor. It is very comfortable with a wet room, combining toilet and shower, double wardrobe with safe, sizeable fridge, air conditioning and a TV with normal and some satellite channels including Sky Sports 1 & 3 - so she can watch her football.
From this point there was a bewildering array of people in and out, starting with Blood pressure monitor, next nurse checking and confirming basic details and medical history, the physio, Una, popped in to say hello, the Staff nurse then came in to do a full review of medications, height, weight, bowel movements, etc etc, I am sure at one point someone checked the labels on her underwear.
The Waitress then came in to take the order for the evening meal. We may have to start a seperate blog for the menu's. Margaret ordered, pineapple juice, Vegetable consomme followed by Scampi and chips with the Chef's selection of seasonal vegetables accompanied by roll and butter followed by Cream slice with coffee; not a bad start.
The doctor then arravided and proceeded to run a complete set of sensory and mobility tests which lasted about 40 minutes.
It was now about 5:45 and Christopher had to leave to get the train to Heathrow to catch his plane. When I came back from accompanying him to the tube, Margaret was, once again, in conversation with Una, the physio, who had popped back in to update Margaret on what will happen next. I did not get a full breakdown at this time, however the schedules for the following week are published each friday, so will update this tomorrow.
The waiter brought dinner in at about 6:30 and Margaret ate heartily, while I nibbled on my leftover sandwiches from lunchtime.
And so to bed. I closed the balcony door, oh did I mention the balcony, switched off the air conditioning, dimmed the lights and left her contentedly waiting for the Everton football match due to start at 8:00pm.
Luncheon in St. Johns Wood
Margaret was ready and waiting when Christopher and I went to pick her up from the Charing Cross hospital at 12:30pm today.
The doctor had already called in from The Wellington to ensure everything was ok for transfer. We said goodbye to the staff and went downstairs to the physiotherapy department where Emma escorted Margaret out and assisted her into the car, and off we went.
There was some busy lunchtime traffic around Hammersmith and even worse around Shepherds Bush, where the White City road (that leads up to the BBC) is closed for a massive shopping centre being built. By the time we got to the hospital we were all hungry, but as there was no wheelchair with us we could not really go into a cafe, besides there was nowhere to park.
Christopher was then dumped from the car to go into Tesco to get some sandwiches and drinks while I cruised round looking for a parking place. We eventually found one and parked up and had a picnic in the car. Are we classy or what?
The porter at the hospital kindly offered to park up the car for us for an hour while Margaret was admitted and taken up to her room.
Margaret is in room 660 on the 6th (top) floor. It is very comfortable with a wet room, combining toilet and shower, double wardrobe with safe, sizeable fridge, air conditioning and a TV with normal and some satellite channels including Sky Sports 1 & 3 - so she can watch her football.
From this point there was a bewildering array of people in and out, starting with Blood pressure monitor, next nurse checking and confirming basic details and medical history, the physio, Una, popped in to say hello, the Staff nurse then came in to do a full review of medications, height, weight, bowel movements, etc etc, I am sure at one point someone checked the labels on her underwear.
The Waitress then came in to take the order for the evening meal. We may have to start a seperate blog for the menu's. Margaret ordered, pineapple juice, Vegetable consomme followed by Scampi and chips with the Chef's selection of seasonal vegetables accompanied by roll and butter followed by Cream slice with coffee; not a bad start.
The doctor then arravided and proceeded to run a complete set of sensory and mobility tests which lasted about 40 minutes.
It was now about 5:45 and Christopher had to leave to get the train to Heathrow to catch his plane. When I came back from accompanying him to the tube, Margaret was, once again, in conversation with Una, the physio, who had popped back in to update Margaret on what will happen next. I did not get a full breakdown at this time, however the schedules for the following week are published each friday, so will update this tomorrow.
The waiter brought dinner in at about 6:30 and Margaret ate heartily, while I nibbled on my leftover sandwiches from lunchtime.
And so to bed. I closed the balcony door, oh did I mention the balcony, switched off the air conditioning, dimmed the lights and left her contentedly waiting for the Everton football match due to start at 8:00pm.
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2 comments:
I presume Margaret will now be moving the family jewels and heirlooms to her safe, where she can keep an eye on them. Lots of love.
The new surroundings sound fantastic, pity john can't claim to be full time carer then he could get some pampering after all the worry he has gone through.
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