Well. I did drop off for a while, and woke when the two night nurses Tania and Susan came in a little after 6:30am. They rescued me from a bad dream. It was night. It was Madeira Drive in Brighton, which I've always considered a creepy, fearful place. I was walking towards Fiona, my sanctuary. But I was weak and couldn't walk fast or properly. A man was off to my left. He frightened me. He meant harm, I knew he did. I opened the door, sank onto the soft cream leather seat, but couldn't close the door because my catheter was tangled up with my legs and hanging out of the car. The man had reached the car door. Then I woke. It had seemed so real.
Tania and Susan have changed my bandage and so on. A bit of seepage. Blood pressure is 127/85; temperature 36.7.
I had a moment of weakness. I asked Tania to hold my hand and I had five-second cry. I needed to.
But look, the sun is out again! I think my voice is going to come back today. They are going to remove the drainage tubes, and I should get some toast tonight. Lovely.