The Hospital Diaries: D-Day

I managed to sleep for about 2 and a half hours. Well not so much sleep as crash.

I had dreams, which I don't recall but which of course left me feeling even more tired that usual.

My waking up also woke up my mum - (see very unflattering photo) whom I am currently envying for her ability to consume coffee. I'm thirsty but cannot have anything. Not even water.

I woke up to find that the bag of liquid I was attached to (i.e. the drip) had finished, so I pressed the button to call for the midwife. My cousin came rushing in asking what's up. I pointed out to her the drip had finished dripping, so she unattached me from it. Yay, I can move my arm about for now!