N had a relatively good night, needed his catheter flushed at around 5 am which wasn't nice and the nurses have decide it needs to be done at 9am and 5pm everyday regardless to keep it clear of clots.
One thing they can't do in the hospice is use the big syringe to push saline into the bladder and then pull clots out, I am going to ask tomorrow if this is a bookable procedure at the urology dept as it may require doing shortly and I don't want to take him in through a&e again, ever.
Bed etc is arranged for delivery on Wednesday, bloods taken today, results probably tomorrow and possibly discharged Thursday. I asked N to insist that he didn't leave on a Friday, I am so anxious about taking him home already and I don't think I can cope with it being the weekend too. He looked confused when I asked him but when I explained that I was worried we'd get home and if he didn't feel well everyone would have gone for the weekend (there's a skeleton crew at the hospice on weekends) and I would have to rely on district nurses who may not be able to resolve the issue and would ring an ambulance he agreed that possibly Friday was not a good idea. It may sound irrational to some but when every crisis has been at the weekend I feel too stressed to start our return on the Friday.
N had a goodish day, enjoyed sausage and mash for lunch and a chocolate biscuit for tea, got into the wheelchair and used the walker a little bit too.
Didn't want me to stay again, so third night in a row at home.
But oh my days, the 15 year old has got nits!!!!!!
She is horrified, ranting about disgusting people on the bus, so instead of an early night, I spent an hour with the nit comb😅. Sometimes I wonder if I did something bad in a former life, we also had another prescription fine in the post today, welfare lady doesn't work Mondays so I will talk to her tomorrow.
I'm keeping my chin up but the swearing is really bad.....