No alarm needed this morning because I’m not going anywhere. I still wake at about 6.30am.
I clean myself up (someone told me they don’t like the word ablutions) and breakfast is waiting for me when done. It’s a bagel, juice and yoghurt (same as day 2). Morning tea consists of a banana and a muesli bar.
The menu for lunch and dinner is here too. I’m having a Philly steak roll with jalapeños and salad for lunch and dinner consists of penne chicken carbonara with bacon and parmesan – I’ll keep an open mind on that one. Last night’s BBQ pork ribs was great but just not enough!
I’m still confined to my room. I had a late health check last night and they took my temperature three times because they couldn’t believe how low it was – 35.3°, 35.1° and 35.5°. I’m due another health check this morning and then a lunchtime review of my ‘condition’ before I may be allowed to leave my room again for exercise.
So how am I coping with this? I’m doing ok but what really surprises me is that the very team that is on site for monitoring the wellbeing of the guests has been silent in the 21 hours since I have been told to remain in my room. The mental health of guests is likely to decline if they are put into a more confining situation so why no addition attention, let alone the reduction that I’m experiencing.
Which tells me that everyone is only good at their job until there is a job to do. I could very easily be critical of the nursing team for giving bad advice on Monday morning and also disappointed in the wellbeing team for their silence.
The biggest concern is that yesterday I was given 30 sleeping tablets (Zopiclone) that I was able to be prescribed from Dunedin and dispensed from a pharmacy in Christchurch. At the time of getting them I was only going to be here for another five nights so why give someone six times more than they could possibly need, especially when they are experiencing extremes of the isolation process. It’s a good thing I’m not rocking in the corner (although that might make a good exercise workout) – but how would they know!
My Fear Share 