Getting a bit queasy, earlier. Priscilla visited and assured me the bladder bloat was normal. She said the fluids would suddenly pass-through more rapidly and that my tummy should start to rumble.
She was right. Daniel decided to wash me and with Mari’s help they got me up and into a chair.
Susan arrived and read some ‘Lark Rise to Candleford’ to me for about an hour – which was nice. Another woman came a took some more blood. Then Vivienne the physiotherapist, got me doing more breathing exercises and tried to get me to cough. I was weak as water. But all the activity got the fluids going and I went from 40ml per hour to 150ml per hour.
Regret that the nausea is making the morphine unattractive. Seems like I’m just a go between for fluids at the moment. They go in through my arm and out through the catheter and blood drain. Nothing to eat or drink. Perhaps that’s what is meant by ‘nil by mouth.’