Sunday today – this marks three full weeks that Paul has been entombed in “Middys Marriott” this time around. It has been a very long three weeks and for the first time he is beginning to show signs of frustration at the slow pace his recovery is taking (I am looking on this as a positive 🙂 ) Three weeks not leaving these four walls is just unbelievable.
What he needs to remember though is just how low he got and just how far he has come. Paul’s eyes are looking so much better as is his nose. His mouth continues to cause him a great deal of trouble and the main cause of his frustration. He is continually nagged by me and his nurses to get some food into him. Even his sweet tooth is not showing through!
The last few days though, we have had a laugh at Paul’s expense – they upped his pain medication and this saw him almost floating. A bit reminiscent of the 60’s and the old happy weed – Paul lay back in his recliner with his mouth piece nebuliser clenched between his teeth off in lala land. Just needed a bit of The Beatles playing in the background!
Fortunately the medicos decided that this was not the right way to go and changed their approach. I am pleased to say we now have more of the old Paul back.