It’s a very strange feeling when you have been in one place, one bed, one view for 6 weeks. It’s completely absurd to think you won’t see the same people every day like you are used to. That you won’t get woken up at 6am for blood pressure or get served your lunch promptly at 12pm.

How can you possibly miss a hospital? The answer is I won’t miss it at all, but who I will miss are the people there. That have offered support and security. That have guided you through your troubles. And the most absurd detail of all have become your friends. A sort of dysfunctional family but who are more than functional at the same time.

So today after 42 days on the ward I am finally being discharged. Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it but there is also a cloud of anxiety and uncertainty after you leave a place after so long. You leave that security blanket behind and that’s a very scary feeling. I do not want this to happen again. I am done with Septicaemia. And I can only  hope it’s done with me!

But I can’t wait to be home, to see Matt, the kids and my family all in one place. My place. My home. I am so looking forward to sleeping in my own bed! So in my true self I do truly want to be home and that’s good enough for me!

I can’t even begin to thank everyone here enough for what they have done for me. It takes very special people to be nurses and they don’t get half the credit they deserve. So here you go… YOU ARE ALL FREAKING AWESOME, BRILLIANT, FANTASTIC, SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

You have all earned a permanent stamp in my heart. THANK YOU. XXXXX

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