Holidaying at the Hilton is our phrase of choice to describe a hospital admission. The purpose of hospital is intravenous antibiotics, bed rest, intensive physiotherapy and lots of food. On average, we both have annual holidays and they last roughly two weeks. Dave and I prefer to check in when we are sub optimal rather than waiting until we are on death’s door. We feel this plan of attack gives our lungs the TLC they deserve and demand and keeps us as healthy as possible.
Dave is holidaying at the moment and will stay in the penthouse suite over Christmas and Boxing Day. The ward is quieter at this time of year, the decorations are up and the staff are merry.
Below are snapshots of what a typical Hilton holiday involves. The caption for each image describes the picture.
Dave’s port being accessed by a port needle and having the dressing applied. See my post on port-a-caths for more info.
Dave slurping on a high calorie drink to try and pack on some kilos. He gets five of these drinks a day and still finds it hard to gain weight. Ridiculous.
Dave attached to his IV pole looking at the outside world. You get cabin fever holidaying in the Hilton.
Saturday night snuggling and DVD watching.
Waiting in the foyer for a glimpse of hot ambos (ambo = ambulance driver for overseas visitors).
Escaping from the Hilton for some R and R. Cafe hopping is our activity of choice.
Prepping the next batch of intravenous drugs. We do it ourselves. We are the pros. 🙂
A distractingly beautiful frangipani flower in a peaceful hospital courtyard.
Curled up in bed doing university work.
Resting. An integral part of our recovery.
Having a light hearted moment running and jumping along a lonely weekend corridor. Gotta make fun where you can.
A closer look at Dave hooked up to his drugs… looking out at the world from our penthouse suite.
Card games to fritter away the hours.
Our ward is the penthouse suite – top floor of the hospital. We often see a chopper arrive and deliver a critically ill patient for care.
Dave and Flame greeting each other after an extended holiday for Dave. He still wasn’t well when he returned home and it took him a long while to get on top of his game again. Happy much?
PICC lines really suck. Like, really. So, we have both said “Hell no!” to further PICC’s and embraced port-a-caths so we don’t end up with traumatised arms like this again. See my post on port-a-caths for more info.