Aaargghh!

Well, my cough developed into a sniffle and a congested head, so I phoned the hospital just to check, and spent yesterday morning having blood taken and being prodded around. My white cells were VERY low, so they decided I needed to be hospitalised for my cold!!
I was not very pleased, but gradually felt worse even as I was in hospital, until I was shaking violently and freezing- asked for a blanket and they stripped my bed, opened the window and snatched my wig off!! Apparently my temperature had spiked dangerously high and they had to cool me down, so now I am stuck in for at least 3 days on intravenous antibiotics.
Taking blood was the usual fun- in the morning I had sister of 'Mrs Bullsfoot' (from biopsy day) who stabbed and prodded and seemed to be doing backstitch with her needle!! In the evening I had young Mr 'I'm quite good at this' Freshman, who despite warning attempted the arm no professional has ever found blood in.
'OOh I think I 've found one' he exclaimed. ''Think' does not inspire me with confidence' I squeak- 'what else could it be?' 'Well, it could be a tendon or the head of the biceps.......' he nervously ventured.
'Are you sure you don't want to try this other hand???'
He eventually concedes defeat and starts slapping my hand. Mid slap he says ' we are taught never to do this'........I am not sure what the appropriate response should be at that point- though the thought of slapping him back did occur to me! But then he hit the jackpot, and all was forgiven!
I could not think of much at all to be grateful for yesterday, though somehow a mug of Horlicks and some Bourbon biscuits sent me to sleep with a smile on my face.