The clean up was a one-off, the idea being that once the place is clean
and tidy, the patient should be able to keep it that way - except for
some people who sometimes appear in odd 'look-at-this-terrible-person'
TV documentaries.
African they were, except they worked so damned hard you'd have thought
they were Polish.
Fan queue. If I hadn't realised what the were, the hallucinations would
have had be climbing up the wall screaming.
Five weeks in hospital I was, although the identified the bacteria and
gave me the appropriate auntiebiotic, Cyprofloxacin. Did a wonderful job
it did. Brain still a bit scambled though, so I'll still do alright on
here, and as a snide effect, I now have foot droop and have to raise my
right knee a little as I walk - with a stick of course until I fully
recover.
Ah well. At 68 years of age these things happen. Good innings.