Quiet and boring

The rest of the stay was quiet and pretty boring, you can't have it both ways. I was allowed to sleep through the nights with no interruptions. One night the fire alarm went off and I thought how am I going to get out of here, the ward is on the 3rd floor, but it was a false alarm and we all settled back down again. The only other reaction I have experienced again is the redness in my legs, it looks like I am wearing knee-high red socks. The left leg is worse than the right. Last month they put it down to the antibiotics I was taking for my foot wound, but this month there was no choice but to attribute it to the virus. They can't explain, it doesn't hurt as such, the shins are tender to touch, but otherwise fine. My skin below my knees replenished during the week, Frank was calling me a lizard, maybe that is connected, we will see at the next dose. My leg wound is improving but it will be a very slow process, I am now mixing appointments between the District Nurses at weekends and the Surgery during the week as I can get there with Frank's help.

Glad to be home now, yet strange being out of that room, but I know which I prefer. Think that's everything for now. We return to London on Tuesday for Day 8, the treatment I missed last month due to my bloods, so watch this space.

Sheila x