As I write, I am sitting at Manchester Airport waiting for a flight to Washington D.C. and then to Toronto.
Yesterday afternoon, the results for my lumbar puncture came back negative. I was discharged soon after. What I actually had, I think, is a nasty stomach bug and a migraine. My stomach is in knots and my head continues to hurt on and off.
Arranged for a train ticket from Nottingham to Manchester. Booked my flight to Toronto. Booked my hotel in Manchester, close to the airport -- or so I thought!
Before leaving the hospital I visited my sister who is still in ICU. She was awake and doing much better since I last saw her two days before. She was able to communicate by mouthing her words. She can write somewhat. Seeing her for only 15 minutes, I tried to be as reassuring as I could and said good-bye with only a little bit of guilt but a lot of relief too.
The train ride from Nottingham was unremitting torture as I had the stupid luck of sitting beside two lovely looking kids and their inattentive mother. The kids received sweets to placate them and tirades to try to shut them up. Neither reinforcers worked and mom was very occupied with her phone.
The hotel I booked was not as close as it first seemed and a taxi ride of £20 was needed to get me there. I took a looooong shower to soothe my aching back (from the lumbar puncture, three needles all together) and went out for a quick bite to eat. By this time it was 10 p.m.
Managed to speak to Marsh to inform her about my arrival in Manchester and fell into a almost undisturbed sleep.
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