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Sleepwalking

Earlier in the week, before I got really poorly (that's a whole other blog post), the nurses all had a laugh at my expense.

I hadn't been feeling good. My pouch had been going crazy and I hadn't slept well for a few nights. So I was completely exhausted. 

Around midnight I had to make another mad dash to the loo. Now here comes a graphic poo description so scroll down if you have a sensitive stomach!

At the moment one of two things happen when I go to the loo. I either have an explosive motion that pouchies often experience, or I have a drip, drip motion where it can take up to half an hour to empty my pouch completely of stool. (And yes, I do take magazines into the loo to pass the time!)

On this occasion it was a drip, dripper and being so tired I leant my head against the wall. Knowing that I would be in there some time I thought I would just close my eyes. The next thing I know the sister is hammering on the door and shouting "Nat, Nat, are you ok?"

"Yes, I've just fallen asleep" didn't go down too well as apparently she had been frantically hammering for 10 minutes and I was in such a deep sleep I hadn't even heard. Good job I wasn't having a heart attack or something though otherwise I would be dead!

The lock is one that can be opened from the outside with either a knife or a coin 



so I have no idea why she didn't just do that. Actually I do. She's nice but dim! And she panicked according to the other inmates in my bay. 

I went back to bed...but not for long. 

I was next found wandering the corridor, dragging my strip stand, muttering that I needed to make my bed. The nurses apparently tried to talk to me but I carried on shuffling, determined to get to the laundry room. 

They steered me back to bed with the promise that they would sort my bed out but when they got me there it was all fine.  As a child I was known to strip the bed in my sleep, get dressed for school and even on occasion wee in the toy cupboard in my bedroom, mistaking it for the bathroom (there Kelly, I will say it so you don't have it!)

So in the morning the nurses all had a good laugh at my expense and kept asking me if my bed was ok, or did it need changing? Ha, bloody, ha. 

NB x


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