A STRESSFUL morning as the vomiting continues – Margaret goes away about 8am and gets a taxi back to Les’s – she’ll be back after they’ve had their hair done. No point in her hanging about here watching me vomit.

I get moved to another bay and although still not in a good way I’m a little less agitated.

Another ward mid-morning (I think) and managed to dose a little between bouts of nausea and vomiting.

Mid-afternoon the IV meds seem to be helping and I’m starting to feel a little better by the time Margaret and Les arrive.

There’s a seemingly endless routine of questions, examinations, injections and stuff and we’re uncertain if I’ll be getting out later.

Dinner is edible – but only just – the main thing is I manage to get it over my neck and keep it down.With no news of discharge Margaret goes back to Les’s – I’ll call her if I get any news.

I get moved to another ward – not as nice as where I’ve been but I shut off what’s going on around me and get off to sleep.