£4 for two small drinks

and a nasty shock from the doc.
mum has Osteomyelitis. So said the gentle doc...she spoke quietly and imparted a oad of information about bones and stuff then smiled and went on her way.
Bugger this we all said....
She therefore won't be heading home any time soon.
And as for the dinners, well according to dad last night's delight was half a baked potato.
Mum of course sweetly shoved it to one side.

Today we took her a salmon and watercress sandwich, two oranges and for her heads sake, two bags of blooming crisps. I will, when I go on Friday be packed out with good stuff.... Homemade rolls filled with salmon and ham, small apples, cake and Ginger Beer:)

After a little huffing and lot of puffing dad traipsed down to the hospital shop where he paid £4 for two small bottles of 7 Up and Diet Coke. The cashier didn't understand when dad asked about old fashioned lemonade. You know the yellow stuff with bits of lemon flesh laying at the bottom..
She will. on Friday have a litre of that too.

God. This is bloody awful and it's not only dad I feel for, he's so lost without his better half, but feel to my bones for mum whose sitting there like a bedraggled dolly.

When one of the orderlies came round she asked mum why she hadn't ordered her 'dinner'. Apparently mum was so sickened by the potato last night she couldn't face another vegetable shock...But after a little persuasion from me, she ordered chicken and mash. And ice cream.

So with a little luck she'll eat her chicken and a little later on enjoy the luxury of a M&S Sandwich:)

So we chatted and laughed and went silent and then chetted again, then I had to get going, so after a couple of firm handshakes, we don't do goeey goeey.... I headed out...but not before collaring the lovely lady doc....
"What's up Doc" I said. "I'm Angela, the daughter".

The scan has shown that the infection has spread from the tissue to the bone.
"And?"
We'll need to sort out another antibiotic routine. And take it from there...
"Bottom line?"
I can't even type it.

But it won't come to that, for 73 she's a vibrant old bean who, the doctor said, is a little impatient...Oh really!...

Me just got home and will be heading out again soon to pick up a man....after I've downed my now cold coffee! Yuk!