After my surgery yesterday, the nursing staff rushed me into a side room, for ‘isolation’ from the rest of the patients.  When I asked why, they did not know.  I got very upset, as I felt no one was explaining me what was going on.  All I knew, I was being put into isolation.  Finally, we managed to get a doctor to come and see me.  She was not entirely sure why I was in the side room, but looking at my notes, she said they are querying TB, and assumed I was put in the side room just in case.  I suppose, I should look at the bright side, I have my own un-suite room!  This is as close as NHS gets to BUBA.  

As, they are worried I may be infectious (even though I keep telling them, I do not have a cough!), anyone entering in the room should wear a face mask.  Suzie, Minna, Shawn and Sofia, my regular guests refused to wear the masks.  They had been around enough time, too late to start wearing the masks.  I do feel like a prisoner in this small, dark room though, isolated and all alone most of the day and night.  I am trying not to worry and trying to be calm.