So, staples removed and finally able to get a little more comfortable.
Still tired and spaced out and resting for the majority of the day. Have
strict instructions not to do anything, so I'm doing as I was told (for
once). I came home with a carrier bag full of meds, which had to be
sorted out each day - that was left to Kev as my brain couldn't cope!
All my concoctions are decanted lovingly into shot glasses - minus the
alcohol! Not even allowed into the kitchen to cook - now this I
definitely could get used to!