One minute you’re in hospital hooked up to a morphine drip vowing that if you ever make it out alive you’re going to turn your back on the bright lights and open a bookshop in Berlin, then – whoosh – the pages of your diary flip over and all of a sudden you’re up to your eyes in work, jacked up on strong coffee. This is not necessarily a bad thing. It just means I’m pretty much back to normal. Normal apart from the thingy stuck to my tummy.
Wednesday 27th May: 6.40am Change bag 11.15am Change bag
Medication: Breakfast 6 x mesalazine 400mg Dinner 4 x azathioprine 50mg Bedtime 6 x mesalazine 400mg