Wake up at 5.15am this morning after a good night’s sleep. Managed to get self in trouble last night: trying to take socks off, dislodged cannula in foot and there was blood everywhere. Nurse got cross with me: “can’t you ask us for help before you do something stupid?” She asked, wiping blood off the floor.

Realise that the panther has vanished. It’s about time for him to wend his way away again.

Resolve to call Dr Stein. Have a more immediate problem: phone charger has stopped working. Arrange for a Barre chum to bring me a new one. It arrives but phone Still won’t charge. Arrange for Dad to pick up phone to take it to his phone repair man in Borehamwood.

Look at my cute new drain bottle in the shape of a handbag:

Look who Mum photographed last night:

Wake up this morning after a dream in which was wetting the bed to find out that I had indeed wet the bed. Trying to take left sock off, dislodge cannula and there’s blood Everywhere. Press the nurse call button and am told off. Also told off yesterday for pressing the gripper of port back in after it’s come off. Twice. Also spill orange juice all over the floor.

Lung surgeon visits this morning. He is pleased with today’s chest X-Ray. He says the pleurodesis was a success and that I need to start going for walks to strengthen lung.

Nurse takes me for a walk around the hospital and it feels amazing to be able to breathe.

Two nurses come over from transplant to fix a new gripper in the port. They start to attach a dressing to which am allergic and I paw at it.

“Don’t tough the…”

“I’m allergic to that one,” I say. “Mum sent me some pink Micropore tape which is the only tape that doesn’t make me come up in a rash still and…”

“Lie down,” the nurse says. “Which bag is it in?”

“The black one with purple handles,” I say.

Eventually the correct tape is found and I am bandaged up.

Have a small sleep. Then Dr Stein calls and tells me not to change any meds yet as it’s possible that this is a reaction to the morphine and codeine.

The physio visits. She tells me to use my right shoulder and to keep moving. We go for another long walk.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

*2015. By Paula Dayly. Thriller novel starring Roz, a physiotherapist.