I am feeling a bit betterer today. I ate a little last night, and even came up to ask to go under the covers last night. I only stayed for 11 seconds before I got out and slept on my bag.
This morning I woke mum up at 5.30am for breakfast and ate a 1/2 can of feast and mum is maybe ignoring that I ate around a few bits of pills. It was all eaten up when she got home from work, so we think that the neighbor cat might be getting a dose of antibiotics. Oh well.
Tonight I had my dinner, but when mum went to syringe in my pain relief, I had a little coughing/vomiting fit, which lasted for 5 minutes, then mum tackled me and just shoved it in resulting in most of it now being on her pillowcase.
So tonight she gave in and let me have a couple of temptations which I gobbled up, so she let me have a few biscuits. It is now 4 days since my operation and 6 days since I have had some crunchy biscuits, so hopefully it will fill up my tummy. Mum figures that I wouldn't eat them if my mouth was too sore.
So hopefully we are getting more back to normal which will make my mum happy.
She is watching the rugby. Who would have expected this in the final? Good on South Africa. We love a good game, and this one is quite entertaining.