Rob and I decided to take a trip to Harrow this morning to see how Roger was doing. We got to the ward only to find the corridor barred by no admittance screens. Peering around the screens we were met by a senior nurse, who asked who we were visiting. I said it was my husband and he told us that the Norovirus (the winter sickness & diarrhoea bug) had struck the ward. He said that only one of us could go in to see Roger. Not even, one at a time, and obviously the baby was barred.
I agreed to meet up with Rob and Connor later, and they went down to Costa Coffee Shop in the hospital foyer. Meanwhile I had to don gloves and plastic apron and walk to the other end of the corridor to Roger's room. The usually bustling corridor was deserted, resembling the Marie Celeste. When I got to Roger's room, I received instructions of what to do on leaving the room. I was to ditch the gloves & apron wash my hands thoroughly with this special soap and then use the medicated gel provided. On entering I found three cleaners washing floors.
Roger wasn't too brilliant. He was feeling sick and had been sick twice. His neighbours were all in the same state. Roger said he'd telephoned me to tell me not to visit, but I must've missed the call by minutes.
Just as well I'm not staying over at the hospital at the moment, or I would be stuck at the other end of the 'campus' in a single room, and not even being allowed to visit him.
Yet another spanner in the works!
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Well Suzanne, this is normal life for you two I think! If something happens when you think its all straightened out, don't believe until it does. Poor old you and poor old Roger
ReplyDeleteKeep your peckers up and plod on -- thats all I can say really...
Take care
Sheila xxx