Yesterday's chat with Dr Karmen focused on my state of mind. She reckoned my brain needed to slow down, and prescribed some kind of horse tranquilizers - two before sleep. I managed a page of my book before all the lines blurred into one and I zonked-out for 8 hours of much-needed kip.
Moniek helped me shuffle out to the taxi, into the hospital, and back into my personal bed for Round 4. Small nurse mixed her potions and I slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep. I vividly recollect Dr Karmen shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and asking difficult questions. However, she was wearing a traffic cop's high-visibility neon waistcoat, so I'm not 100% sure if I got all the answers right ... 'errr, sorry, the clutch came out a bit too quick officer" etc etc ... or was it a dream?
After I had been properly resuscitated, a guy called David knocked and came into my room offering counselling and prayers. He's been riddled with incurable cancer for 8 years, and spends his days visiting clinics to fill others with hope. Everyone had warm smiles and kind words about him. We discussed life, the universe and everything for an hour. The flow of conversation was interrupted twice by my unstoppable flow of piss, but he didn't mind a bit.