Just woken from my morning sleep!! Zzzzzz.

Wash and teeth soon after six.

Brekkie at eight.

Snooze at ten.

Mmmmmm.

Dressing to be re-done tomorrow.

Doctor’s rounds.

Party bag of drugs.

Discharge letter.

Then escape.

Complete with dangly bag and drain.

Then back in a week to the plastics clinic to see my surgeon for a review, possible drain removal, and maybe results.

A lovely quiet afternoon, spent reading the Sunday papers, dozing and drinking tea, was then followed by a ward change.

We were hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep! Last night was very disturbed, with a very disoriented lady up and down, lights on and off, sleep-talking.

Myself and another patient have now been moved to a much noisier ward, right by the reception, phones going, buzzers beeping, conversations chatting, bright lights glaring.

Oh well, give me the drugs and I’ll be flying my kite, high, high above the clouds!