Hot Water Bottle

I am so angry right now, that I can't even look my lovely nurse in the face.

I have been waiting for 6pm all day long.

I have been praying to not have another gastric upset. Freaking out every time my tummy gurgled. Watching the clock like a hawk as the hands ticked closer and closer to six.

Six-o-clock came and went. I was sitting in my room pacing excitedly. I was well. Finally all the drama could stop. I could go and make up my own baby's bottles. I could shower without having to get the cleaners to clean right after. I could go to the fish bowl room and sit in the massage chair. I could go and fill up my (now cold) hot water bottle. I could watch Ellen again.

I buzzed for a nurse, who took five whole minutes to appear. "Am I out of isolation now?" I asked. She said she would go and check. Five minutes later I've almost given up hope and am trying to fill my hot water bottle from the tap in the sink. Then my lovely nurse enters, grinning cheekily and saying "are you trying to put one past the other nurses?"

No. I say, "it's six-o-clock. I should be out of isolation by now."
"No" She says, "Remember, the house surgeon said if no results came back, then you had to remain in isolation until the morning?"
I felt deflated, and instantly clouded over inside. "Fine, then will you be able to fill this up for me?"

BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!

Apparently you are not allowed a hot water bottle in a hospital.
Apparently they are doing my a favour by even letting me out of isolation in less than 48 hours as per hospital policy.
Apparently they are being super generous to even allow me to fill my hot water bottle with hot tap water and to keep the offending water bottle overnight. 

Now not only do I have to stay in here like a Lepper until tomorrow morning. But tomorrow morning when my Husband arrives here I have to hand over my hot water bottle!

I gave up. I burst into tears. I couldn't even look her in the face. I was so angry.
"Are you ok?"She asked.
"No, I am not fricken ok." I replied.
"Shall I get you a lorazepam?"

"NO! I DO NOT NEED A FUCKING LORAZEPAM EVERY TIME I GET UPSET!"

I cried back. Tears flowing freely.

She proceeded to calmly explain that they didn't want a repeat of last nights escape plans, and wasn't my husband amazing, wasn't it great for Bean that we have such a good marriage, aren't the plants he bought me beautiful?

I just wanted her to leave.
I just want to leave.
I am not handing over my hot water bottle tomorrow.