Even though I was a passenger, as Danny drove us to visit Keith today, I am still tired. I think the worry over Keith and knowing he just wants to come home a.s.a.p. wears me down. I have still not shaken off my productive cough and had the last a-b today, so Monday may see me down the Dr's first thing, before I go to Hereford. Gabby phoned, and was croaking and barely able to speak. I do hope she wasn't brewing this when we saw her on Wednesday as it's the last thing Keith needs.
He has had a chest X-Ray and Scan - the latter to check for blood clots. I hadn't even given them a thought because he has been having daily injections which I thought guarded against that happening. The physio said the X-ray was ok. We don't know about the scan yet.
He ate all his cottage pie today - a few days back he left it after just a half teaspoonful. He says he has more appetite now and this, as food, looked reasonably palatable.
We were watching the racing together this afternoon. I missed the Lincoln as we left just before it was run, but I've checked on his racehorse (he is part of a syndicate and probably owns about 2 hairs of its tail!), Grand Albert, who was running at Bangor today, and he won, which is great news and will have cheered Keith up no end. He has syndicate shares in 4 or 5 horses, which we gave him as Christmas presents, and it gives him a real interest.
I am now sewing the binding on the crawler quilt and screwed up the first corner already (always my nemesis). At least I am being consistent with the entire thing! No baby news yet. She is due tomorrow, but may well be late . . . I will keep you posted.
