Still rumbling along so far

First off I’d like to say thanks to all you lovely lovely people who left me a comment. I’ll reply to you all when I get a chance but thanks for the support, it was really lovely.

Due to the instability of the pelvis, two moves was deemed impossible and even one was thought risky so he’s opted tostay in Christies till the end. We’ve been moved into a private room which they said we could personalise so we’ve stuck up his get well cards, a load of photos from various times and a big poster of bury FC.

He’s weakening gradually. He took the news that he only had days from the doctor this morning quite hard. His speech is deteriorating as he gets more tired and he is struggling to follow conversations with several people  going at once. The chest sounds pretty bad and he’s stopped using the computer to communicate with his messageboard friends. He falls asleep in the middle of conversations and gets confused easily. How much of that is disease and how much is drugs it’s impossible to say. He’s sat reading the paper at the moment and looks pretty chirpy but he’ll drop off in a minute.

We’re staying with him all the time now, so he’s never alone because we don’t know when the end will be but we’ve been told when it comes, there’s a possibility it will be fast. This means trying to kip in armchairs which is never an easy task. It also  means, since I wasn’t expecting to stay, that I have the most mingingly dirty hair ever, I’ll be putting tomorrow’s makeup on top of today’s and I’m going to have to trundle off soon to see I can beg, steal or borrow (and I’m joking with the last one) a toothbrusg from somewhere. Otherwise it’s brush teeth withtoothpaste on corner of slightly grubby shirt. Which is really not classy at all. Or, since I’ve been sat round a hospital all day, hygenic. Ah well, needs must. I shall report back soon, from wherever they put me to recover from the muscular damage cuased by kipping on a hard hospital chair.