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.
