I came close to killing him.
HE spent every single bit of Friday night, well Saturday morning really, muttering, fidgeting, turning the light on, turning the light off, going to the toilet, not going to the toilet, getting up, going back to bed….just about every single thing ………. I nearly killed HIM.
The only time HE was quiet was when the nurse turned up,
NO IT WASN’T! (there is a word that goes before “wasn’t” but I can’t publicly use it!)
At half past three in the morning I, and my collection of tubes, went to the toilet. I wasn’t feeling briliant. Clammy and yacky but my temperature was ok and my blood pressure was fine. But I felt awful.