Lunch arrived and for some reason that I cannot adequately account, for, I chose roast turkey, roast potatoes and vegetables; something I’d never order. But something snapped. I slavishly devoured it just to stop the low blood sugar level shakes I was experiencing. I can’t say it was tasty or especially well cooked but I simply hovered it up without even tasting it, simply to fulfil a basic human need. I have a feeling that this is one of the first signs of becoming institutionalised.
This week will be my sixth week in traction. There may be another five or six still to go; I just wonder what sort of state I’ll be in by then. It’s genuinely scary.