Well, this is turning out to be a fun day!
The OH's wound from her feeding peg removal isn't healing, it's supposed to take 24 hours before stomach contents stop oozing out, only being stopped by special dressings with an extremely wide, sticky border.
But 72 hours later, the "goo" keeps pushing through the border.
I had to nip out for an hour and when I came back, I had to change her nightdress after I'd cleaned it up, and the quilt cover.
So, a phone call to nutrition support and there's a nurse coming to fit a bag to the wound so they can measure the "spillage" which, being a weekend coming up, I'll need to change it if it fills up. Oh joy!
Meanwhile, my outing was to the Dr's for an annual blood test.
Managed to penetrate the outer perimeter and enter the building, got as far as reception to be greeted by the rottweiler on the other side of the bullet proof screen........ Oh, you're supposed to be at our other surgery, 4 miles away 🤔 well, I'm not signed up with them so how did that happen?
“OK, go and sit on the naughty chair", pointing to a lone, slightly tattered faux leather seat inside the door, "I'll see what I can do"
A few minutes of scurrying about by the rottweiler and I was in! Blood taken, cotton pad taped down and on my way. I love visiting my medical centre.
And its only 1.30pm. What else can happen?