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Woke about 7.30, breakfast as usual (the food is very nice once you are done with the clear fluids stuff) and then a couple of antibiotics to prepare for the catheter coming out later this morning. That happened about 11, I had been dreading it somewhat and while it wasn't very nice it still wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. At least I can now get up and wander about unhindered (not to mention baths being soo much easier, no more working out do I put that leg in first or that one or where should I leave the stand).

Mr. Royle was in for about 30 seconds, had a quick look and was pleased enough with everything. I asked him about staying the Friday night so he said he'd have to check with the hospital management but thought it would be OK. I got all kinds of dire warnings about telling someone if I wasn't able to pee (because they would have to re-catheretise and try and again) but fortunately come the afternoon there were no problems.

In the afternoon I went for a ramble in the garden out the back of the hospital and sat out in the sun (which had decided to reappear today) for about half an hour before trundling back in again and sitting and reading down in the patients lounge. Mr. Thorpe was in again that evening to say hello again and have a chat. So far I reckon I've seen about 10 times as much of him as I have of Mr. Royle!

Washed my hair and managed to blow dry it this evening (it doesn't sound like much but I hate towel drying my hair and I wasn't sure enough on my feet with the catheter to stand and do it before). For some reason I felt a bit lonely this evening and tried ringing a few people but just got answering machines which left me feeling a bit depressed because I just wanted to talk to someone (There were no GRS patients in since I came in last week and most of the patients seem to be well into their 70s and 80s).

Mam and Dad rang late this evening, they'd told my uncle and aunt about me and they had arrived up unexpectedly this evening with a card for me. They didn't stay on long because they still have to pack so they said they'd ring from Gatwick tomorrow.

I had my last bath and dilation and then off to sleep sometime after 12.

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