The Evils of Persil

I’ll bet you’re wondering how my rash is doing, eh? I mentioned it to the guys at work while we were on a coffee break today and they all looked a bit scared. One of them ran away. Mum said they probably think I’ve picked up some lethal disease hanging around at the hospital, and perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned my new rash in public.

It’s not really any better. I look like I’ve got a sunburnt bottom. And I have a bra shaped inprint on my back too. I’m now fairly certain it’s the washing powder – wherever my skin has been pressed against my clothes it’s bright red. Need to buy some different stuff tomorrow and rewash everything. What a pain. For those of you with extra-sensitive skin, be cautious with Persil non-biological aloe vera liqui-gel! I know – you’d think I’d be OK with non-bio, as it’s usually the enzymes in washing liquid that cause skin irritation. I know it’s not the aloe vera, as I use that stuff almost pure after shaving to stop skin irritation. I guess there’s just some other ingredient in there that my body has decided is an INTRUDER, thus activating a crazy immuno-response as protection.

Anyway, enough about that.

Mum came home today, yay! She’s got a bedroom set up in the living room, and I’ll be able to make sure she eats all her vegetables while she’s here. :-)

A Bit of a Nasty Rash

Back to work today. My skin was sore and itchy in the office and really starting to play up while I was at Sainsburys buying food. Once I got home I discovered I was covered in a rash of some kind – it’s all over my legs, hips, bum, stomach and a bit on my back. Wah!! I look like I’ve got severe, localised patches of measles. Not sure what’s caused it. Just changed to a different brand of washing powder so could be that. Or it could be stress. Or just the weather today. My skin plays up at the slightest provocation, so lets face it, it could be anything. I should photo it for you, so I can hear your opinion on what it is, but I’m too tired…

I spoke to mum this evening and she is still waiting for both a ward bed and a scan. She said today the doctors are now thinking of letting her come home and making her an outpatient appointment for the MRI scan. This seems ridiculous to me and I’d like to wring someone’s neck over it. They don’t know what’s wrong, aren’t sure what medication to give her, and they want her to come home and come back for a scan at an as yet undetermined date, to a hospital she lives 20 miles away from. STUPID!!

Sigh. I’m off to bed to try and get a decent night’s sleep in the hope that I’ll look less like a freshly plucked chicken in the morning.

Fish Love III

Since this week’s posts have been somewhat sobering, here’s a nice picture of Bert and Ernie in their new tank – with a suitable decoration I picked up at the hospital shop today, that perfectly reflects how they behave when you go into the kitchen and look at them…

New fish tank

A Nice Quiet End to a Long Week

Went to see mum this morning and she was out of bed and sitting in a chair, wearing a rather fetching bright pink nighty and some turquoise NHS foam slippers. She looks really well (considering), and all the tubes and wires and everything have been removed. She’s still waiting for an MRI scan, and no beds in the ordinary ward yet.

Spoke to my nan, brother and other uncle today, so everyone is up to date with how she’s doing. What a scare she gave us all… She said today she’s realised she needs a lifestyle change, so I can only hope that this remains with her when she gets out of the hospital and back to normal, everyday life.

Have listed some bits and pieces for sale on Amazon and eBay this evening, and I’ll be back at the office tomorrow. Things feel a bit more normal again now, thank goodness. Monday morning is on it’s way with a mountain of work for me to catch up with, although I’m just glad the week has ended without any major disasters.

Onward and upward we go.

Waiting

Had a fairly quiet day. My uncle called this morning to see how mum was, and we had a nice chat, which was good. I called the hospital and the portable phone is not working, so I couldn’t speak to mum, but she is waiting to be transferred to the normal ward now (hurrah!), and is going to have an MRI scan as soon as they can fit her in. I’ll be driving over to the hospital again tomorrow.