DAY 3 Friday 14th Ward.

Message to my brother M in ‘000s of miles away: Hello it’s me. Squiffy eyes can’t see…in room now hurrah ..G and T image  a good one.

Bit of a temp and  tests scores not good… So got some more bags of merlot looking stuff going in. 

Alongside the bottle of gin looking stuff…and bags of tonic kind of.

Surgeon One has  just been he’s ordered up some soup ….lets see.

L brought fruit gums so that’s supper sorted.

Hope everyone ok

More Tomoz xx

J iPad

>M to me: he writes from ‘000 miles away…

> Helloooo!

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> Keep that vision of G and T in your mind  , good goal!

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> Lots of lovely messages from your friends.

>> Love from me xxx

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Bedford Prosecco club: M and V , visit.. Clearly I’d been asleep on their arrival and I judder awake to their familiar voices whispering aside me.  Great to see them. Must’ve been asleep again as  D and L  arrive with coffee ( oh that tastes so good) especially as there is no sign of soup!

Surgeon 1 pops in. says again he is away from now for a week or so. … Has appointed R to cover. Surgeon 2 arrives says R is also away so HE has appointed Mr B to cover.

Clear fluids said S1 and S2, or anything you like. Blood transfusions continue – ‘that’s a surprise, didn’t expect that ‘ said S1. mmm said I is that good bad or indifferent. Am I feeling better? Dunno. Thought I felt fine. Better think of something reassuring to say to them.

Stop Press: beef consommé turns up under a silver dome. Wow. Tastes fantastic.

DAY 4 Saturday 15th

Surgeon Mr B popped in, early morning. Introduced ourselves. Bemused expressios all round. Poor man ‘whatamIdoinghere’.Irish M accompanied smoothed things over and grinned at me..… checked scar and dressing  he made a hasty retreat. ‘Eat anything you like’ he added. ‘Poor Mr B’ I mutter ‘suddenly you are in the boat of confusion’. 

Wow. But hark, breakfast arrived under a silver dome. With a flourish the lady lifted the ‘cloche’ I now know its called ( thanks H), to reveal…….a grey kind of pungent slop and an icy looking sorbet or similar. Trying not to retch I boldly tucked in my napkin. With an Irish jig, Super-M leaps into my room, ‘yous not eating that What ever they be after doing?’ to my relief she scooped it away. Oh well, I pondered and  hoped L would bring in a coffee.

D brought in a coffee phew and nipped Northwards to check the homestead and sport channel. G visited made me laugh about lobsters and chickens…an old joke and then arrived KK bearing gifts…ginger jam, chilli sauce and a smoke scented candle.  The latter nod to my pyrotechnic tendencies and the former an effort to cheer up the slop.

Evening real true tomato soup ‘diluted with water’ the lady said. Tasted fine to me. TV on and Night Nurse T arrived. Spent ages working out the painkiller schedule and night routine. We made a great plan and called ourselves the ‘A’ team. Brilliant T.