The woman must have vampire blood to have healed as quickly as she has. No external stitches just a row of steri strips and two holes where the drainage tubes came out. Remember the drama about the tubes and how I had to have lessons etc etc. All for nowt.
When I got home I went round and put all the radios on the station she had on in the hospital. It was 1940's music and she loved it. After I plugged in the one in the bedroom she told me to change it because it reminded her of the hospital. Fine, change everyone of the bloody things back.
Arranged all the tablets she normally takes in their proper place next to the water jug. Did I have to put them there they smelled like the hospital. Okay, that was it, lost it. She told the nurses she'd have a shower when she got home so she wouldn't get too chilled leaving. "You smell like the hospital!" roars patient even-tempered loving daughter who is wondering how many years they give for matricide. I couldn't do it, I might be banged up for life with someone exactly like her. I missed my chance anyway when she discovered the black spider in the bedclothes which I never put there. I'm too kind to animals but she had enough strength to bash it to death.
The Brick Outhouse, taking his cue from me, refused to give her ice-cream until she ate all her food. She was glad to be home but nervous too. We see the specialist on Wednesday who will tell us exactly what was taken out and then she might settle back into her routine of irritating the crap out of me. Can anyone tell me if Ebay sells arachnids?
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