Whale is still in hospital and likely to stay another few days. He has an anti-biotic drip and the infection is diminishing but his leg is still swollen, if not as red and hard as it was.
He has been told off a few times for being demanding (which I can understand) but one of the ‘aide-soignantes’ – (carer/nursing assistant) shouted in his face, which I don’t think was necessary.
There was one traumatic night when the other chap in his room died (unexpectedly I gather). Whale was put in the corridor while the nurses attended to the body and the relatives came.
He was, naturally, quite shocked when he rang the next morning and also said he thought they had taken his razor and a grey toiletries bag by mistake. Fortunately CC and Jay found the missing items when they went to see him. They have also decided to take him a flask of tea every day as he doesn’t like coffee and hospital tea is awful.
Today he was taken for some physiotherapy and managed a few steps in the parallel bars. Not bad, considering he hasn’t been able to move from bed or chair for the last ten days.
As far as food is concerned, I know that the hospital he is in does not do such good meals as the Polychinique (which is semi-private) but, although they don’t give you a menu to choose from each day, they do fill in a form stating your likes and dislikes.
Now that Whale is getting his appetite back he is taking more of an interest in what’s on his plate.
“It’s not that bad,” he said. “I eat what I can and leave the rest.” Doesn’t sound very gourmet does it?