I’M WOKEN by the nurses early – I think it’s around 6.30am but things are a bit hazy. I had a decent sleep although I’m kinda aware of having my drops and stuff changed a couple times during the night.

Breakfast is a couple of slices of dry toast. I could have cereal – which I don’t eat – and/or porridge…but I’m not keen on porridge at the best of times and don’t wanna risk the hospital version which I fear will have been stuck to the pan and probably have some kinda skin on the top. Boak.

On the upside, I’m still feeling reasonably OK…running about 75% I reckon and hope I’ll be OK to get out later. I’m helping a local pal out tomorrow by filming some auditions and I don’t want to let her down.

The consultant drops by on her rounds, has a chat and is happy for me to be discharged as soon as the current batch of IV meds and drips has finished.

More blood is taken and an another – routine, I believe – daily jag in my tummy to avoid any blood clots.

I call Margaret and let her know. It’s for the best that I stayed in another night so Margaret got a chance for a proper sleep after all the previous day and night’s drama and stress. I think this is probably worse for her than it is me.

I’ve just finished lunch – relatively palatable soup and sandwich plus a wee tub of ice cream (coulda been worse!) – when she arrives to get me.

Once again, all the treatment and care from the ambulance and hospital folks could not be better. Every single person was amazing…despite the current challenges and overwork they and their employer face.

We roll up home and I decide to take it easy and spend the afternoon in bed before we go along to Barbara’s for a wee get-together. I’m keen to go despite not really feeling like it and we have a nice evening…I stick to alcohol-free beer, take it easy on the food and we retire at a reasonable hour.