Virgil: um, Gordon? You can't take in any old waif and stray. The island is going to be overrun and grandma has enough on her plate
But ... but ... it's not a waif and stray, its a British Bulldog ... its right up Lady P's alley ... and ... and ... its PINK!!! Her favourite colour!!!
Everyone ...
*Gordon pets the poor bewildered doggie*
Gordon: there there, I'll call you Winston. That's a good British name isn't it?
Virgil: um, it is pink. Don't you think that maybe it is a girl?
Gordon: Then I shall call her Winnie
John: slight problem there Gordon. What about Sherbert? Don't you think he'll be jealous?
Gordon: pfft, he'll just have to deal with her
*pets Winnie even more and gets slobber on his hands*
Gordon: there there, we shall get you some nice doggie biscuits
He has been given elbow crutches to walk around the house with, instead of relying on his wheelchair and the walking frame.
He has also been put forward for a rollator, with the idea that because it has a seat, he can sit down when he feels tired.
They asked what his goal was and he told them ... to be able to walk down the street so that he could catch a bus into town ... or anywhere else for that matter
I'm pretty sure, with a few little breaks, he would be able to manage that
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Hospital Diaries by 'Captain' Gordon Tracy
Inspired by Star Trek of all things, and features our favourite squidboy and his stay in hospital after 'the incident'
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Not a clue how this works but I'll have a go.
Captains log, star date ... oh I dunno. Still loopy from the painkillers here.
Went for another scan. Bones are healing nicely, brain still intact. No long term trauma. Told Alan, he laughed but still looked troubled. Told him I'll be back in no time and I'm already compiling a list of new and more inventive pranks.
Speaking of Brains. He's been giving me updates on the 'new and improved' Thunderbird Four. With even more gadgets and upgrades. I'm so jealous. Even asked if it came with seat belts and cup holders. He was not impressed. Guess my sense of humour goes way over his head.
Hospital food is marginally better than grandma's cooking. But only just. They must buy in bulk, as the menu isn't that varied. How many times can you dress up chicken stew and make it look tasty? I have visions on one poor cook called Lil, standing over a gigantic pot, cigarette dangling from her lips and cursing like a sailor, whilst stirring whatever meal she's decided to throw together for that week.
Virgil tried to sneak in a takeaway, under the guise of a thank you to the staff. He was stopped at the ward door, since he was still a bit dirty from his latest rescue. I saw his face, he looked helplessly at me and mouthed 'sorry'. Maybe next time a couple of pizzas?
Kayo being Kayo, kept tight lipped about everything and her visits were minimal. When she did turn up, she would snuggle beside me and we'd watch Buddy and Ellie together. They even video chatted to check up on me and give me hints on their next adventures. How about that huh? And Kayo would also steal my grapes and stuff. I think she feels guilty because of her uncle. But hey, he'll get what's coming to him.
John and I would fill the night hours, when I couldn't sleep with the pain. You know? to talk? About all sorts of stuff and how I'd better not make any plans to prank him. I asked how he knew. EOS 'tortured' *cough* lemme rephrase that ... she threatened to wipe Alan from the top of the leaderboard of his latest video game if he didn't decipher the cryptic notes. Proper bulldog that one.
Or was she trying to figure out her own way of pranking? John had better watch his back there and maybe give her a few 'dad talks' to make sure she doesn't take things too far.
Speaking of dad. Scott's visits are very rare, and he is always distracted. I swear his frown lines are much deeper and he's growing more grey hairs. He is constantly on his phone with the GDF.
It's only when Lady P turns up that he calms down and relaxes. She seems to have that effect on everyone with her British mannerisms.
I'm allowed two visitors for each visit. I guess that rule doesn't apply to dogs, as we heard her arguing with staff outside my room.
What do you mean, dogs aren't allowed? This is Sherbet, the most recognisable dog in the world!
Sorry, no dogs allowed, only service dogs
He IS a service dog.
I heard the snort from the nurse.
I'd hardly call a model dog a 'service' dog. More like a pampered pooch.
Oh, if only the window in my door was bigger, just to see what was going on out there. But I can still hear clearly. I look across at Scott. Even he was smirking.
She finally comes in, flushed and angry, muttering under her breath, armed with a pile of goodies. A large basket of fruit, some very expensive chocolates and cookies and a selection of teas. I didn't have the heart to tell her I hate tea, so John can have those on his next visit.
I couldn't help noticing that Parker was missing. Probably had to take Sherbet back to the car and wait.
Casts are starting to itch now. Where's a knitting needle when I need one? Not that I could reach them anyways.
Been told, a whole load more tests and one more week, then I'll be going home.
Under the cut because I simply can NOT believe what has just happened
Bossy has just pulled the ballsiest, most brazen move EVER
Hubby stupidly told her that he was selling the house that once belonged to their dad, since it is of no use to us and too expensive to renovate.
And the first thing she did was to ask if she could have half of the sale for herself.
SHE ISN'T ENTITLED TO ANYTHING, as per the written clause in their dad's will.
And the worst thing was?
Hubby actually agreed to her request.
I know her hubby died recently, she's got a HUUUUUGE five bedroomed house, and loads of stuff she could sell off. Including one of their cars.
Thing is.
She revealed that her own hubby hadn't made any future plans or investments and basically dropped her right in it.
I suspect she was waiting for his mum and dad to peg it so that some of the money would go to her. It will go to their remaining son instead, with maybe a small token gesture to the grandsons
What hubby hasn't realised is that he cannot go back on his word now. As she will haunt him until she gets what she wants.
And given that she and her hubby lived a high life supposedly without any worries (wasting the money they had, I suppose), this lump sum will soon vanish, and she'll be back for more.
Sorry but a written contract will have to be drawn up, signed and agreed upon to make damned sure that never happens.
I knew she was up to something, because of how she kept going on and on about selling the house. But never something as brazen as this.
I thought she'd made a deal with her buyer to get a higher price and pocket the extra money, since its supposedly a 'cash buy'
Even though I said I didn't intend to watch Eurovision. Hubby, who usually avoids it like the plague/used to go to work when it was on, but not any more ... has decided to watch it. Because of the chaos, drama and controversies going on.
It was okay ....
Lacked a few characters though, but wasn't short of more than its fair share of partially nekkid men.
Tommy has to have bandages put on every couple of days because his wound is healing very VERY slowly and this is the best course of action. His lump has been sent off and it'll take a week to process and get the results back. I'm working on the fact that he won't keep still and keeps splitting it open, than anything more sinister.
I've been put on new medication. Let's see how that works, since I can't seem to get my glucose levels stable. These also help me to lose weight, are good for my heart and kidneys. But have a couple of side effects that I can manage
Hubby is finally deciding to look into selling the house. It is of no use to us, not adapted enough for hubby's disability. Will probably bring back bad memories and will cost a fortune to have a total refurb.