I stayed over at the hospital last night with Jasmine as part of the dialysis training. Neil kept us company until late so by the time he got home he was so tired he got straight into bed. I enjoyed our a girlie sleepover. Neil got us pizza whilst we watched the footie and Jasmine, who was completely flaked out in her cot.
After Neil left I managed to fall asleep but it was a busy night. I seemed to hear alarms quite a bit and nurses rushing up and down dealing with them. At one point they were switching lights on and off to find the source of one random alarm that didn’t seem to belong to a patient, so inbetween sleeping and wandering about, I spent quite a bit of time watching Jasmine sleep and looking out of the window at the ambulances coming and going.
I finally got into a deep sleep around 2am after changing Jasmine who had vomited a couple of times. Then just after 3am the alarm on Jasmine’s machine woke me up. The nurse on duty had made Jasmine’s machine alarm on purpose so that I could get some practice dealing with alarms when half-asleep. I don’t know how she managed to sneak in without waking me when the door to our cubicle is really heavy and squeaks a lot. I gave Jasmine a shake to untangle her line and unclamped a line on the machine. Luckily this seemed to do the trick and I was able to go back to sleep. It was good practice and I feel much more confident when dealing with the machine.
This morning Neil arrived with lattes and croissants which perked me up no end. Neil disconnected her and then I went off to Westminster to give a lecture. I was wondering how I would manage, but it went ok and I enjoyed it.
I got back this afternoon and did Jasmine’s machine and we went for a cup of tea downstairs and watched the world go by. She sits wide-eyed like Yoda making wise grunting sounds. I can now chat to myself to my heart’s content as Jasmine sits on my lap. People think I am chatting to her – little do they know that she isn’t really listening.