Still on the morphine. Patient Controlled Analgesia or "PCA" (is there no getting away from the work related acronyms?). This means I can dose myself up as much as I like - well within a prescribed limit anyway - at the press of a button. So that's exactly what I do. All day.
Was feeling a bit down this morning, not sure why. Perhaps it had something to do with the massive face and that every time I sat up or leaned forward I oozed a mixture of blood and saliva from my mouth and nose. An improvement on last night though when I filled a whole bowl of vomited blood (graphic enough for you yet?)
As the day progressed though I started to feel a bit better. Jodie came to visit at 2pm and I was literally counting down the minutes until she arrived. Out came the camera for the mug shots and for this visit I stayed awake for the whole hour! By tea time was sipping through a straw (a 50/50 mix with air anyway, which gave me nightmare hiccups) and even ate 2 tubs of vanilla ice cream. Nothing keeps me off of food for that long.
It's 10.55pm now and the nutter next to me has finally stopped banging on about having a sleeping pill. Moaning and groaning about the pain he was in - he doesn't know what pain is..... imagine not knowing when you'll be able to eat your next extra large kebab and chips!
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