Hospital Day 4

So I woke up and I was presented with my first ever hospital breakfast.

A slice of a bread-like substance, some apricot jam, frischkäse, butter, something that said it was joghurt but most certainly had never been near milk. And a little dish of pretzels.

oh and a cup of coffee.  Something I just don't drink. 

I survived that.  That and a few more proddings and pokings.

Then they told me I could go home.  After lunch.  They had no idea what had actually happened to me - it was definitely painful and required treating but what it was, no-one could say.  My blood tests were all great, my urine sample showed nothing, the x-rays, CT-Scan and 5 ultrasounds had all produced a grand total of 0 causes.

The next 8 hours passed very slowly.

I'm home though.  I have a small cat nestled in behind me.  I may be incredibly sore, I might have bruises from where I had suction cups attached to my chest but I'm home.

I'm not coming out to play.  I'm staying home. 

I have an appointment at the Klinik on Thursday to see if a day away has made any difference and they can identify what actually happened.

I could have written these 4 days up in lots more detail, but I've not got the energy or the inclination.  I can honestly say I've never felt more wretched than i did on Sunday morning.  And i think I can say I'm not a hospital person.