On being prepared

  
I am not a naturally organised person.  In fact, I would say I'm a highly disorganised, fly by the seat of my pants, wing it sorta gal.  Sometimes I have little forays into being organised.  They usually involve my sister helping me, but sometimes they are solo.  They generally don't last long but I always feel so proud of myself for the short amount of time it lasts.

When the doctor told me I needed to go into hospital the next day I had a mini moment of preparedness.  I packed all the stuff I needed into my case and there was even enough room for my pillow to fit.  Apart from that I only took my laptop bag and a bag of essential nibbles to get me through the truly shitty hospital food.  My sister gave me the ferrero rochers for Valentine's Day to cheer me up about hospital stays and bronchoscopies.  I also bought a bag of stone fruit.  Can't go without my fruit!

I even managed to fit a little bag of crafty stuff into my case.  However, not much has been happening on that front.  I thought that maybe I would be skilled enough now to just make a bit of a laceyish scarf myself without any pattern needed.  After three attempts I gave up that idea.  Back to patterns and copying stuff other people have designed for those not so talented.

Hospital wise, I'm here for another few days at least.  They've found some bugs in my lungs and started treating them but still haven't worked out what's going on with my liver.  I had a CT scan of it today and tomorrow I am off for an MRI.  I'm hoping they will let me have day release on Sunday to go to Brown Owls.  Apparently it shouldn't be a problem so long as I'm feeling ok.  Fingers crossed!