No Energy

Mum took Robert to visit Dad this afternoon and he had written his own account for today's entry:

I had a more comfortable night but was disturbed by the occasional gastric problem. I tried to eat a Weetabix for breakfast with partial success. I had considered having a shower and getting dressed but just did not have the energy.

More physiotherapists appeared and I shuffled along the ward and then up and down the stairs at the end of the corridor. My concern now is that although my wound is healing very well, I have not yet got full feeling in the thigh muscle and foot. I think I have got a classic 'dead leg'. I shall press for medical advice from further up the line.

Lunch was an ice-cream and some milk but the smell of cooked lunches set me off in another bout of wretching but nothing came up. (Delightful)

Then Liz and Robert came up about 4pm and that cheered me up. Lucozade and mail was delivered.