These are Malcolm’s dictated words.
I spent the night nil by mouth on a drip, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t move, bored. That was hard. But it paid off. I had food today which was a pleasure to eat and hopefully I am home tomorrow evening. All is clear.
I met a nurse who turned out to be an ex Sunday School pupil of mine from 30 years ago and she remembered me. What a small world.
The surgeon who assisted at my operation was on the ward and called in to see how I was doing even though I am not his patient now. He was also pleased with me and said all the problems I have had are not unusual and they all clear up in weeks. I have hope of being normal again.
The staff have been great getting me extra drinks and toast at whatever time I am hungry. They are wonderful.
The hardest part about being unwell is when you have no hope and no reality of the pain ending. But now I know these problems are only for a while I have hope and can carry on. When you know it will finish you cope. I will not give up.
Everyone needs hope.
Roll on tomorrow.
As for Beryl she put her feet up on my bed and went to sleep!