Given the day I just explained, I think it "adds texture" (I think that's what they call it) if I mention a couple of other little snippets.
As I expected, no-one has asked how I am or come for a chat.
A friend of mine was just transferred up to this ward too. There's a spare bed in her bay and we asked if I could move in there. They said no.
Then, just a moment ago, I buzzed to say that my painkillers were due again. The nurse actually told me that I might have to wait a while, as they were in the middle of handover. I literally had to bite my tongue to stop myself turning the air blue before destroying her with withering scorn.
That's the toughest bit of all. If I complain or get rude, they decide I'm aggressive and take even longer. I literally have no choice but to dredge up a smile and tell her how grateful (eurggh, the word almost sticks in my throat) I'd be if she could manage to get it on time.
I'm in a danger zone now. If I'm not careful, I will start to feel every insult, resent every mistake, notice every failure. I will descend into a moaning, angry, demented woman on the edge, and that won't help anything.