Oh dear, oh dear never mind. I am still waiting for news and there is still none.
What to do. Well just waiting is really about all there is to do. The ward is not quiet at night and sleep was difficult. So each day is a new challenge to a degree. And no end date sight either.
A general air of gloom could easily pervade everything.

Well now I am back with common people. But I am free to roam as I have no infection and so I can use the loo or go to the shop in theory now. Hurrah. Perhaps I will go exploring tomorrow?
It’s a thought at least. I am fed up and grumpy certainly of course though but I have a strange resignation towards it and a detachment with almost an air of depersonalization.
Home seems like a distant vision of an unearthly nirvana now. I know it exists but its quite unattainable at present now without a further trial by ordeal first and even that I must wait to be called to the challenge.

Hospital routine is relentless in its regular but slow rhythm. Injections and tablets and being stuck. Its hellish.