Thursday and I wake early after a patchy night but at least my catheter management is back on track. I spend time just trying to snooze before I get up and get my breakfast, which I take back to bed. I get myself organised gradually surrounding myself with the things I need to keep occupied for the day. I am still feeling exceedingly groggy and lack any real appetite so I doze and begin to do some of my ritual things. I do my vitals and find they are still good, to my surprise. I start to prep for the blog. My morning passes till I get to football time and the early match. Of course I watch and before the England match I download some of the pictures I took at the hospital.

Now too tired to write any more, all I want is sleep.