I have been with him all day till now as the nurses sometimes forget his PD meds - I do not blame them; he needs them at regular times that are not drug trolley times and they are frantically busy. I am going back for 5.30 to help him eat his tea - he has a slight swallowing problem and the nurses do not have the time to help him get stuff down slowly.
He has pulled out his naso-gastric tube - and who can blame him! He does not really need it - he just needs people with enough time to help him get the food down slowly.
I will go back in to help him with his tea, then come home for a moment's peace - he is in a 4-bedded ward and the man next to him (who has been in since Day One) bellows - and I truly mean bellows! - at max volume - sometimes in pain, but the rest of the time, totally non-stop, he is treating the poor patients to a machine-gun rate of max volume ramblings - peppered with army slang! He is a bit of a Hooray Henry (ex-army and ex-barrister from what I can gather), so it is all done in the poshest of accents. When his family came in on the first day they thought he should have a room of his own - well, blooming well pay for it please! - and are very demanding of the staff. I admire their patience, I really do.