A different kind of stress

Well, as planned, Danny collected me from Susenberg early this morning and drove me home with half a ton of luggage.

Since returning to within my own four walls, it has been somewhat hectic. The phone has hardly stopped ringing for one thing. Then two nurses from Spitex, the home nursing organisation, arrived at 2 o'clock and gathered information for 2 solid hours. Apart from anything else, the stoma was leaking again, so one of the ladies had the dubious pleasure of replacing it - her first ever experience of stoma installation. It seems to be okay at the moment. Before that was finished, another woman arrived with all the equipment for drip feeding. By the time I had been instructed on which medication to take at which times (there are about 10 different medicines) and how to fit all the feeding into a 24-hour day, my head was spinning. It's now late afternoon and the place looks like a tip. There's all the luggage to unpack, plus loads of boxes and containers and lists and leaflets and God knows what else standing or lying all over the place.

Oh well. Even if it takes me two or three days to create some kind of order, at least I'll be fully occupied which I suppose is good. No chance of boredom.