I came downstairs this morning and sat in the front room,in the dark,I didn't open the curtains or get my slippers off the radiator.Not even got a cup of tea.
I know how poorly he feels and tiptoe about so that I don't wake him. He went back to bed at nine o'clock ,still there.He had been up twice in the night,two hours each time.Says he feels better just sitting on a kitchen chair. He says the morphine controls the pain but he jerks awake in the night feeling breathless.It must be so frightening.I had been shopping for food yesterday and he said,all he is having for tea every night is a tin of soup. I had bought him some smoked haddock,(too salty),free range chicken,(don't want that) ,I suggested scrambled eggs on toast(huh),cheese,beans,tomatoes,(huh).Would he like a slice of the brown loaf,his favourite, that I had got from Lidl,I had waited for it and it was still warm,(no,I can't eat anything else now I've had soup). I bought some icecream as sometimes it helps if you feel a bit queasy,(No,I don't want that).
It is three weeks since op.I am just having a moan and feel so guilty.He must be so frightened that he is not getting any better.