After yesterday, I was knackered, and kp kept asking me if anything was wrong today. I just kept reassuring her I was just tired. I didn’t arrive until 1pm today, but still had to get up at 8.30am for various reasons. Every lie-in (for me) we plan never seems to come off.

kp had been showered and had already done physio, which she said was exactly the same as yesterday, but that she wasn’t as stiff. We had a cup of tea, and then had 2 hours kip, more for me than kp.

Shortly after the kip, the consultant came round to see kp. All fine from his point of view. She is to come off the Tinzaparin (daily stomach injection for people who don’t move around a lot, stops DVT) and that was about that.

About 5.10pm the girls arrived (Marie, Jane and Yvonne) and they are having a pizza/indian evening with kp. So she should enjoy that.

Unusual tidbit to finish on. At some point during the day, kp said :-

kp:- I need to wash my hand

Of course, the usual expression is “wash my hands”. But she said hand. I just thought that really strange, but of course she only washes her right hand now as it’s the only one that gets dirty I suppose.