Tam went in to the hospital today, in early labour, but they induced her anyway to speed things up. Had a message via Gabby from Jon that Tam is in strong labour now, so baby should be born today. She's doing well with her breathing exercises. I am on tenterhooks now. Update: She's about to have a C-section . . . Hope to goodness they get the pain relief appropriate, given her track record - tooth removed with no pain relief as amount given didn't work for her and another occasion for an operation too. It's on her records, but a worrying time . .. Poor lass, this is everything she DIDN'T want to happen.
I am absolutely exhausted today - Keith not very bright, but still improving. His oxygen levels are 28, and the norm is 22 or 23, so getting there. The physios (who are brilliant) listened to his chest and said it was almost clear of crackles, so got him out in a chair which can be moved into reclining position etc and he was sat out for an hour and a half, but by then I could see he was very tired. I was feeding him, reading bits from the paper for him, cleaned his teefs (this never gets done), helping him drink etc. Saw the dietitian again too, and between us we persuaded him that even if he didn't like the high-protein milk shakes, he had to drink them anyway as he was on half the calories he should be on. He wasn't best-pleased that I'd joined ranks with the Dietitian, but it is essential for his recovery.
I will confess to another trip to Doughty's to look for deep red patchwork material to edge or make new curtains in the Summerhouse. I bought 4 fat quarters I liked, then found a clearance bag of half a dozen (no, 8) suitable reds for £5 at the counter, so they came home with me too.
I'm off for a lie down now. D & "I" have gone swimming. I need a nap.
