A very disturbed night’s sleep because of bowel movements.

Enjoyed hair wash and bedbath by 2 of the funniest loveliest nurses. I had the morning off for good behaviour. They had kp in stitches as they went about the bedbath routine. Jokes such as the following were flying across the bed between the double act of nurses.

Nurse :- “I see you have the Irish Shampoo”
Karen :- “What do you mean ?”
Nurse :- “Tim O’Tei” (pronounced in an Irish accent like the name of an Irish man)

She didn’t eat much breakfast and hardly any lunch. She slept MOST of the afternoon and it was a DEEP sleep : the kind of sleep where every so often I would glance at her chest to check she was still breathing. At some points of her sleep, she had her eyes wide open – very disconcerting. Looked like something from the Omen Films. Karen Pollard aka Damien.

When Lillian and Bernard visited, she didn’t even hear them come in and chat to Marie and I for 5 minutes. Marie brought her back from the dead with a loud “Karen” and she went on to enjoy her visitors’ company and especially Lillian’s Ham Shank Soup. She had a GOOD size portion and polished the lot off. Nice one kp.

By 7.30pm she was knackered again, and doing her “I’ll fall asleep while I am in mid-sentence to my husband” routine. I left her to sleep.