I am “checked in”, as Darren has been saying, to my new home away from home.
As Alannah took it upon herself to explore the corridors, I discovered Ward 4 couldn’t be more than 10 per cent occupied. It’s a mixed surgical ward, not just cancers and other tumours. Perhaps they have more day patients, but they are used to longer term residents like I will be.
Darren and Alannah went home about 3pm. I’ve settled in and had a few phone calls. I had some of my photos printed and framed for my room. I have books and magazines. My iPad and iPod are loaded up with music, podcasts, and an audio book from the three-month trial subscription I’ve signed up to from Audible.com. I have some online scrabble partners lined up and Timmy, yes, some poker down the track sounds good too.
Dr P, my oral & maxillofacial surgeon, popped in an hour or so ago. I should be off to the operating theatre about 7am and he’ll see me there. The elusive Dr H, a head and neck cancer surgeon, will join in the morning’s festivities after all. He is an old hand – 1o years older than Dr P – and will be another pair of eyes for the mandibulectomy.
I must brush my teeth thoroughly tonight and I’m “nil by mouth”, as they say, from midnight tonight. My last meal tonight will be salmon, not a bad way to go out. It will be a good six weeks I expect before salmon gets a look in on the menu.