I started off the night dozing fitfully but eventually managed to get to sleep properly but interrupted by painful erections. At one point I called for a nurse, she came, ignored me, peered at my roommate and then left (I tried to call out but too hoarse). I pressed the button again and she eventually came back and started fiddling with my roommate’s catheter tubing. I said excuse me and she told me to wait until she was finished. Eventually she came over to my bed and I told her I was in quite severe pain. Of course I had to call and remind her again before she actually turned up with some morphine.
After breakfast and rounds I got up and had a wash, which made me feel a lot more human. The nurses changed my bedding so I wasn’t lying in my own bloodstains and shaved-off pubic hair any more. I got dressed in the hospital day clothes, that make you look like a convict.
I had a lot of trouble staying awake, so I dozed for a bit, having very weird half-awake dreams.
Lunch was isterband, which was OK but unfortunately slightly spicy and irritating to my cheek.
Dozed some more in the afternoon. Had some coffee but it wasn’t enough to keep me awake.
The evening was spent on Skype calls and Hangouts chats with family.