Glass of red wine and a call from the team = happy!

I am sure you all enjoyed the list of numbers and the moaning I posted earlier. Sorry about that. I felt very tired and rather despondent. Some Quorn sausage, a glass of red wine and a call from the team at UCLH have revived me and I am human once again!

There is something magical about having a call asking how you are and sympathising with all your woes. Of course I have done this with friends and family, but getting it from the medical team who excitedly trained you to use the pumps is more than the sum of all these parts. They don’t have to be spot on in helping make the changes you need to get things under some more control - which they are so far to be honest - because it is actually just the fact that they ask which helps most.

So, we have a few more changes to try tonight and I am hoping that Olly doesn’t have too bad a night. When he is feeling pulled too thin I find my ability to cope diminishes massively. I have allowed myself to get a little more tired than I should because I just hate to see him stressed out by all this and work etc etc etc

Anyway, he is back on form and I am bowing out for the night. I am dousing myself with a really lovely red wine. (I am not a wine enthusiast and usually grab whatever Threshers have three for two; so I won’t go into ‘barrows full of ugly fruit’ raptures!)

 Oh dear. Spoke too soon. Tom has blood in his cannula so am off to see if we need to do a set change… oh the joys!