Understandable. I just thought she deserved to know of that pride, which I'd been presumptuous to assume would be there, knowing you two QV (that you would be proud of her that is [and rightly so:)])
Can understand that though too QV. And believe you ME do I ever feel a lot of empathy for HRH; whilst the only hospitals I've ever been in are those catering to the physical, I won't go there, certainly not to the nearest one, until there is blood spurting out of an artery, or something else equally awful, due mostly to the absolutely fucking terrible way I've been treated (in the humanist sense rather than the medical sense, although both, the two are not easily or entirely separable from each other) but also due to some complete fucking incompetent pieces of shit who's level of medical expertise itself makes them absolutely unfit to practice. Such as one arsehole that almost got me twice, one after the other, (stupid twunt started a drip of a penicillin after I told him severe allergy, potential for anaphylaxis, in just the time it took him to hook a line up and hoist the bag on a stand then totally ignored what I had to say on the matter, even when I WAS being polite, or at least, not overtly offensive, scathing yes, but not actually employing profanity, as much as the cerebral failure in question deserves to KNOW that he's the thick dollop of steaming, putrefied maggot-blown dog muck grease that he is, but just walked away telling me he'd be back to check on me in 10 minutes. Ended up having to sever the plastic tubing leading to the drip to stop any getting inside my system. Orally beta-lactam antibiotics are bad, bad news for me, but intravenously administered? there was every chance I may well wouldn't have HAD ten minutes before all hell broke loose. And then fucked up, or was about to with another antibiotic that would have made me really ill for a different reason. Or, despite obviously being able to access my medical records in a hospital in the country of both my birth and residence/citizenship, but also in addition to that having a copy of my current meds as per recent repeat forms, leaving me without everything I need and just coming out with endless empty promises, platitudes, excuses and guff about how 'oh, it'll all be done in 15-20 minutes' 'will all be done within the hour' 'doctor is doing it now', not for a day, or even a few days but over a week, or giving me either insufficient meds, no meds at all, even the fucking wrong meds. And as a result, my going into severe physical withdrawal from my anti-seizure and pain meds, gabapentin (its not that widely/well known but the stuff has a pretty sharp set of teeth to it if someone is forced to stop cold turkey after long enough use or if the dose is sufficient for a lesser duration) as well as the muscle relaxer I take for the nerve damage in my leg, and another similarly acting one that I take to suppress adrenal (nor/)adrenergic output (as opposed to corticosteroids) which whilst not in any way addictive, it does have a very unpleasant and if the dose is sufficient, potentially dangerous rebound and yet several times this has happened (well that has happened in one way or another, sometimes several of the above, each and every time I've been in that shit-encrusted plague pit of a hospital) but they then have several times sent me back home when I was eventually, finally discharged, with enough of all the same meds they neglected to give me, and others besides, to kill a fucking horse, if I hadn't been again, aware of what things were or my responses and safety margins, could easily have done some damage. For instance making a mistake like giving out 100mg morphine capsules instead of 10mg (the latter I use to top up the usual several 30s I take per dose) could easily kill a non-tolerant taker of same. And handing out hospital pharmacy stock-size bottles of the antiseizure med, that has a very steep dose-response curve and unlike the benzodiazepines, chlormethiazole is likely to kill in pretty low end overdose levels especially if consumed with alcohol (many sedative-hypnotics can interact with booze, or for that matter painkillers of the opioid type badly, but chlormethiazole is a bit different in that there isn't just an additive/potentiation thing going on but a specific interaction with alcohol that it hasn't got with sedative-type stuff that aren't (primary/secondary) alcohols. Plus an antibiotic that also interacts just plain nastily with alcohol, in the same manner that the alcohol 'aversion therapy' drug antabuse/disulfiram does, and gave me no warning whatsoever not to consume alcohol. Lucky for me and them, again, that I knew about it already.
Even caught some nurse trying to go through my goddamn bags when they thought me sleeping!
