After being told I could go home, I have now been told my SATS have dipped and my blood pressure is dangerously low.
''Dangerously?''
That word came as a shocker.
The only thing I have ever known to be dangerously low is my bank account :-(
Back on oxygen and 89%.
What next?
A library fine for my Enid Blyton books?
The book of Job comes to mind :-(
Theland. Alcohol isn't the scoundrel; I bet God might say that to you, but I would possibly differ from God in saying that I don't think you were the scoundrel. I think you are what you are. I love alcohol, and drink too much, but I do feel that it's my fault, not the fault of a natural beverage. I do wish you well, and as an atheist I have nothing against you because you are a human like me and we are all vulnerable.
Atheist - true and cheers.
I have to be a realist. I can't do the things I once enjoyed, (and that was a very long list :-)
My pleasures have to be adjusted accordingly.
I don't like it, but it reality.
Sad innit?
Theland You're in the best place at the moment and getting the best treatment. I'm sure the hospital will not keep you in any longer than need be. Your bed will have another patient in it before it gets cold.