The image above is of my second breakfast which was on Sunday the 5th of April 2020.
It may or may not look appetising but I was able to easily butter both slices of toast and add marmalade to one – and black currant jam – to the other.
The reason I mention it is because yesterday morning, following the very same actions it felt like an almost impossible task!
And I was unable to add the jam and I couldn’t manage to eat the marmalade…
…so I ate the black currant jam straight from the pot!
I still felt pretty exhausted on Saturday morning!
Later on I realised I wasn’t as weak and exhausted as I ‘thought’ but I had been brainwashed by the COVID-19 into thinking I was completely helpless…
…do not fall for it, okay?
If it happens to you or someone you know, tell them to keep (more so) on the active side rather than retiring to bed!
So what’s this?
What’s that stuck in that person’s ears?
That person or that Left Ear happens to be mine!
That tube happens to be an oxygen tube, which leads to and is inserted into my nasal cavities!
You’ll see the whole hospital regalia later, in another post, okay?
I made some temporary Earplugs from tissue paper so I could get a good nights sleep!
Below, you’ll be able to read in real-time what I wrote as to why I made the Earplugs.
That’s my Right Ear!!!
I jest… but it really is ‘my’ Right Ear!
I have made some makeshift earplugs as Frank who has Dementia and is the patient to my right shouts day and night so LOUDLY, he is literally giving me a headache.
Plus when he simply talks, his voice is just so LOUD!!!
The nurses cannot believe how LOUD his voice is either!
And neither can I!
He must be hitting levels of at least 120dB or 120 decibels (where a decibel is a measurement of sound) and 120dB Is The Threshold Of Discomfort!
How is it possible?
Frank doesn’t appear to be raising his voice but – he is – just – so – LOUD!!!
But you know what!
On my first night in St Helier Hospital, where I thought and felt my number was up and after I had managed to fall asleep after a heavy session of Prayer to GOD/JESUS and wrestling with the Devil…
…suddenly, in the wee hours of the morning, Frank starts shouting:
And all other sorts of random words, All – Night -Long!
It kind of reminded me of what parrots do, you know, when they’re perched there all quietly and suddenly, without warning, they come out with something like:
“Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly!”
No, of course I’m not calling Frank a parrot but now my imagination was running away with me and he was making me a bit angry too because of his sheer deafening volume.
I wanted to say Shhhhsssssh, just like Laurel & Hardy are doing at the top of this page but it wouldn’t have done any good.
But you know what?
Because I was getting angry and upset at the noise and constant chatter with the odd pause making me think he had fallen asleep for him to start all over again…
… I realised I was displaying an emotion which was taking my mind off of my own ailment or state of health!
So Frank, in a round about way was doing me a favour, he was doing me justice, Frank was in fact helping me to recover faster as I didn’t have a peaceful sleep or much of a peaceful time (except during the day when he was quiet) but the worst thing one could do in hospital…
Rest, yes but sleep…
I’ve discussed the matter now with so many people and primarily with my cousin who also happened to go a few rounds with the COVID-19 but got himself out of it in time…
…and what he said was, he too wanted to do nothing but sleep but he realised what was going on and resisted!
His story is a tad different to mine where he had aches and pains all over his body amongst other ailments…
He didn’t get stabbed in the chest (by the COVID-19 and pneumonia) like I did!
No, I’m not competing, I’m simply telling the truth, or I may be competing just a bit, just a wee bit!
You were also instrumental in saving my life and pulling me out of the COVID-19 funk!
Thanks Frank… GOD Bless you (wherever you may be)!
This site is dedicated to:
- Saving Lives
- Saving Souls
GOD Bless you!
Wilson P Williams MSHAA, HAD