Well Mr Propermal needed to have some drug levels tweaked so he couldn't go home today. But even if he can't go home for good tomorrow he is allowed to have weekend leave. So he will get a night in his own bed.
I had a bit a rough night last night. Sounds ridiculous, but the most uncomfortable part of this whole process has been the effect on my digestion! The opiate style painkillers just don't agree with me at all. Constipation and wind paining me more than the rapidly healing hole in my side. Now on no pain relief at all. Got fed up with even the taste of paracetemol.
Medicated myself today with Sheila Hancock's book "The Two of Us" which Mr Malaprop had ordered from the library for me after I'd seen her being her wonderful self on an interview on TV. Shocked though to find that she had never thought herself attractive as I think she is gorgeous. And not just because of the obvious intelligence that shines through her eyes.
My room smells of lush scented candle.
