Valentines, corn flakes and coronary care

I am even more in awe of the NHS staff who had to wear masks all the time during lockdown after wearing one for one day in A&E. We didn't want to take any chances what with A&E being full of possibly infectious people. 

I was also wearing my hearing aids after the audiologist said I should wear them regularly to get used to them. Trying to make both stay on was hard enough but add my glasses to that every time I needed to read something and it was chaos.

In the end I gave up on my hearing aids. They went back in their bag. But just wearing a mask was uncomfortable enough. Heroes every one of the NHS.

Anyway, Husband update. He's been moved to his own room - did I say that before? I can't remember. And he finally saw a cardiac consultant at about 6 yesterday evening. He arranged for an x-ray  - done - and an echo cardiograph (or is it gram?), which will probably be early next week. He'll also ask for someone to come and look at the painful tooth and see if anything needs doing. I get the feeling Husband won't be out until he's had his surgery, although who knows?

The consultant listened to Husband's heart and said, "Oh, that's a good one. Is it alright if I bring some students in next week to listen to it?"

So doctors of the future will benefit from Husband's condition if nothing else!

Meanwhile, while visiting him yesterday, I became aware of something scratching my belly. I was wearing a sequinned jumper so vaguely thought it must be the sequins causing the itch. It wasn't until I got home and it struck me that a) the sequins were on the outside, and b) they were nowhere near the itch, that I checked.

I had some crunchy nut corn flakes stuck in between my vest and my skin.

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Yesterday morning pottering around the house I thought, "Now if Husband were the romantic sort he'd arrange for flowers to be delivered to me, on account of it being Valentine's Day and him being in hospital and me at home." Then I chuckled to myself as I could hear him saying, "The price of flowers always goes up on Valentine's Day. You can buy yourself some later on in the week when they're going cheap."

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There's a wonderful mural on the wall of the A&E department illustrating the history of Morriston Hospital.

Morriston took its name from Sir John Morris as it was a planned village built in the late eighteenth century for the workers in his copper smelting industry in Swansea Valley. 

The hospital was built in 1942 as an emergency hospital, and has since been expanded and modernised, and is now one of the largest hospitals in Wales.

Husband is in the Coronary Care Unit, in Dan Danino ward, named after one of the founders of the cardiothoracic surgery department. At least he was yesterday. The day before he was in the Cyril Evans ward, co-founder of the department. Who knows where he'll be tomorrow?