Now allowed toast and congee. Catheter and IV removed, leaving just one tube gently oozing strawberry daiquiri lookalike into drain bottle. Amount of time silently raging about (allegedly, arguably, possibly, maybe-pure-mishap) botched colonoscopy leading to first ever surgery/hospital-stay in life, down 1%.
Remind myself of worse injustices around us. Nun’s advice is to take it as an opportunity to talk to Jesus. Or did she say ‘a good lawyer’? Didn’t quite catch it.
Girl in pink summer dress suddenly appears. Anaesthetist. Just dropped by to check I’m OK.