A Man of Few Words

Starting with the positives:  FL had a shower this morning and had many more drinks today than he has done in weeks.  He has developed a preference for ice-cold water, so I am keeping a bottle in the fridge for him.  He likes holding a heat pad against his sore ribs, wrapped in a hand knitted hat.

From the number of bags of washing in his wardrobe, he seemed to have had a bad night and was wearing a hospital-issue t shirt.  His arms are desperately, upsettingly thin.  But that is to be expected since he has not eaten anything at all for almost a week, and even before that he had only been having a few spoonfuls of food here and there.

The doctor is letting him sleep through the times when painkillers are “due” to try to help him find his own balance.

He was too weak to walk to the toilet today, even with the zimmer frame.

And he had nothing to say to me.  It was a very quiet day.

I did some work on my laptop from his bedside, which was appreciated by those who are having to cover my committees while I am absent from the workplace.

On my way home I collected a stack of library books, recommended by readers :)

So tonight I will be dipping into the following:

The Space Between Us by Thrity Umrigar
All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
Beautiful Lies by Clare Clark

I have already decided I cannot bear to read A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman as it was making me anxious.  I have the Guardian Review to blame for that one being in my queue!

And I have the audio book of American Gods by Neil Gaiman to listen to in the car tomorrow.

That lot should keep me occuoied!