When Words Wont Do. . .

Sometimes words just arent enough to show someone you care. . . So naturally I turn to flowers to show my emotions and share my love.

My Grandmother had recently been admitted to hospital after a stroke. I went to visit and took her a small  modern vertical design in oasis in pretty pink and white Rosa, the based filled with Freesias ( for their beautiful scent) to make her bedside table look homely. The display was on the ward for barely an hour, when it was whisked away and placed in a holding area, much to my grandmother's disappointment. It was later explained due to the nature of the ward's activities and patients condition, flowers were not allowed incase of transferal of infection.
Although this was a terrible shame, I now understand the hospitals reasons. Many of our beautiful flowers are grown worldwide and flown to Britain. Naturally they will be carrying insects that are not native to us Brits and different strains of bacteria that we have not necessarily been exposed too. To those with lowered immune systems this poses an extra problem when it comes to fighting off the previously mentioned bugs and beasties.

However, I do find it hypocritical of the health system to ban flowers on many wards, when visitors rarely use anti-bacterial handwash before entering a ward and more importantly the shoes that pace the warren like corridors. I dread to think of the types of bacteria that the soles of our shoes host! ! !  Ok, a little dramatic perhaps but it certainly shines a different kind of light on my favourite boots that stomp through all terraines and weather. . . . .