I decided to wait until I'd had the second of my out-of-bed sitdowns before posting again.
The first, at around 10:30am, was a moment of high elation, made sweeter because I had just had a bed wash and felt fresh and clean, and also because I could give my face and neck a proper wet shave. So nice to be smooth! Although the T bandage was as uncomfortable as ever, the sun was streaming in, and it was bliss to change position.
Not so good tonight, at around 7:00pm. I'd had a nice day - visits from Debbie and two other friends - but I was now getting tired and the relief of taking a different position wasn't so extreme. I saw some blood seepage on the bed pad as I eased myself off. Old, dark blood the nurse said, but it was hard to feel reassured. I sat for only twenty minutes, then asked to get back on the bed.
The tight T bandage will come off tomorrow, when they unpack me. I so hope it will. The beginning of the end, hopefully. Despite all the wonderful care, it's feeling like an endurance test that needs to finish soon.
Tonight I am breaking the resistence of a lifetime, and accepting a sleeping pill. I simply must sleep.