I lived in hospital for 5 weeks. I wasn’t confined to bed but I mostly hung out in my room, I was allowed to walk to the downstairs café each day and could go on outings if someone took me in a wheelchair. After a week I realised I was in for the long haul so I came up with a plan to embrace my new life. Follow the links below for more details.

• Fashion and style for hospital life
• Interior decorating for the hospital room
• Masterchef with a cheese knife and a hospital menu
• Supplies from the outside

In the end, I was extremely lucky and in an amazing turn of events I was home earlier than I expected. It was actually hard to leave…… so here’s to you Ward 4.

Dear Ward 4

Well this is it …..the last night. I feel weird packing my room up. I think I’m going to miss the quiet nights and the city lights.

I don’t really know how to say thank you. You’ve seen me desperately in tears, completely freaked out and pepped up on a mission with some ridiculous project. I’m completely useless at remembering names but at one time or another each of you have come to the rescue and shared a stupid story, explained something to me at just the right time or shown me unbelievable amounts of compassion.

So to the one who watches airplane crash shows to relax, the lady who I never realised I tower over, the ones that matched me in crazy discussions in the logistics of going clubbing and sneaking a one night stand past the nurses desk or starting a placenta encapsulating business from my room, the vampire ladies who got needles in and out without me even realising, through the make up discussions, the hotel style cleaning service, the room service mail deliveries, and the ones that could creep in at night with the softest touch and escape unnoticed. Thank you so much! I can’t believe I get to leave here with something I never fully believed was possible… a live baby.

One regret though….

I never got a hot drink.

From Room 15
(12 May – 16 June 2017)