hospital 3, the rehab one, I had my own room. During a session where I was trying to emotionally blackmail the are team into letting me leave I plead homesickness. Which while true, was likely more shock, trauma, depression and anger.

Their response was to get my family to decorate my nhs magnolia room with things to brighten it up, they put up a huge sticky sheet which became home to some cards and drawings from my niece and nephew, including some entertaining ones about mr bump falling over and a heart saying “I will get better soon”

My darling husband under hearing the phrase “brighten the room” decided the brightest thing in the world is Kylie Minogue so bought a life size cut out and propped her in my room,

Every time someone new came in the room they were startled by a figure in the corner. Amusing when it was friends. The agency night nurses were less than impressed on many occasion. Thinking someone had snook in and was stood silently watching them it became a running joke between myself and the majority of the staff, everyone was concerned about her when it was time to go home but she briefly got back before I did and went into my “recovery room” that was previously our guest room