Having arrived in this delightful establishment yesterday to an utter fiasco, I'm pleased to report it's been all good since! When I arrived after my three hour journey to find there was no bed ready and to not even be offered so much as glass a water to neck me pills with I was spectacularly unimpressed, the coffee machine was also out of order too, having been here for an hour an half I was given both a bed and lunch at the same time, excellent result you would think except that at that point a Dr turned up to examine me and go through the admittance procedure *sigh*, an hour later I finally got to eat the congealed slop that passes for food here (when I say it passes for food, I am underplaying it somewhat, as it rarely does a good impersonation of food!) My next delight was to go through the entire admittance procedure again as they had a new student they wished to teach the ropes to! (And of course I do so enjoy talking about such things as my bowel movements and my treatment regime for the alcoholism in front of the entire bay! What a lucky woman I am, I got this great pleasure twice!) Finally after all this palava I got my first treatment, oh the joy! The fun of being plastered in tar and bandages is just so immense I can't begin to describe quite how delightful this is, unfortunately the second treatment of the day was slightly less fun as they've fun out of the gauzes in my size so until the next order arrives on Tuesday I'm in bandages they could fit three of me in, this makes life even more uncomfortable than it needs to be. However on the up side I'm in with a great bunch of peeps, the ladies in my bay are lovely and more importantly they can tolerate me, I'm well aware I'm not everyone's cup of tea but fortunately they find me amusing so I'm able to be myself and not worry too much about offending people. None of my bay but me smokes, the smokers from the other bays are all a really good craic, going out for a ciggy is a bit like going to the pub, it's a great laugh but does get a tad awkward when vodka bottles are produced from handbags and I'm offered a drink! Because of the antabuse I take I know there is no danger of me being tempted to drink some but it's still tough, I think at some point today I'm going to have to tell the smoking gang I'm an alkie so they stop offering!!! The coffee machine has been fixed, deep deep joy *contented sigh*. Lunch today was so near to being edible that even those outside of a hospital would be able to tell that was it was! Result! (last time I was in I only had one meal that could have passed as food in the outside world in the whole ten days!) I'm hoping lunch wasn't just a blip, if I'm really really lucky there might be more almost edible food to come. I have also got permission to order in takeaways, so fingers crossed this time round I won't lose half a stone during my stay, regardless of how bad the food maybe. My first impression of the ward is that this time round will be a lot better, they've got rid of a whole swathe of the crap staff, it makes a big difference, I'm even allowed to make my own coffee in the patients kitchen!!! We were barred from using it last time, lest one of us scolded ourselves, I wasn't best pleased, do they not realise we 'the patients' do operate such fiercely dangerous equipment as kettles in our own homes! So, it is all good thus far and fingers crossed will continue to be so.