Upgraded

For the first time in my life , when it really mattered, I scored an up-grade. The deluxe suite at the hilton, has nothing on ICU ( first class) St Andrews.
I was placed in a room alone to enjoy the opium dream. The noise of other patients was irrelevant.
I feel much more alert this morning after realising that I could say no to the offer of more endone (oxycodone narcotic) .Michael unfortunately got the very sleepy narcotic doped wife last night . He tells me today that it was OK.
The nurses are uniformly wonderful and encapsulate the reality of the caring profession.
I really dont know what people complain about with hospital food. I find it fine.
Maybe my taste buds have been affected as well as other neurones
I trip upstairs today to a room with a view, not Venice, just 5D,
Love to you all Carmel

Believe it or not, this blog was typed by Carmel herself today at an admirable speed (I typed yesterday's blog in case you didn't pick it). She really is looking so much better today and is already finding smiling more automatic, rather than aconnscious action - like coming out from behind the stone wall. She can tap her fingers faster as well - a favourite neurological test for Parkinson's. So things are looking up! Love Michael