On the seventh day in hospital my true love gave to me

One com-fy bed! Ok, I tried to make more rhymes to the song, but I'm not that clever at 6am. When Robert came for his evening visit last night, he had arrived after driving over an hour up winding night roads, after a full day's work. I am always so happy when I see him walk through the door, like my breathing is now restored to full capacity. We hugged; holding on longer than usual. I wasn't in bed, I was sitting in the large chair opposite my bed. I had been talking with a visitor. She took leave shortly after he arrived. I told him how things had been going, and that I don't want to get back into my bed because it was lop-sided. I felt like I was tipping off. I had requested another bed, but was at the mercy of the helper on shift, one who I had appropriately named "Attila the Hun", from my first stay here when I had NF. During this exchange, Robert went looking for another bed. He entered, rolling a bed in, wider than the one I had, and with a mattress twice as thick! He set it up with all my pillows and sheets exactly as I like them. My hero. We soon discovered that the second bed also had it's issues, but was comfortable. Robert then found solutions to each quirk of the bed. My night was so comfortable! Thank you, my true love. I am presently drinking the icky iodine stuff to be prepared for my CT scan, which is supposed to happen at some point tbis morning. There were enough reasons to decide to go ahead with it. Hopefully we'll be able to see if the mesh is involved with the [now shrinking!] infection. We are hoping on a Friday morning release. Boy, are we hoping for a Friday morning release!