Another day

Goes by and we make it until teatime. I haven't slept keeping an eye on Claire. She has had a few patches of sleep from which she wakes in pain. She says she doesn't want to live like this. That she doesn't want to live. All I can do is try get her through in the hope that she will feel better than she does now at some point. I make sure she drinks. I try to get her to eat. Tablets and oxygen and tablets. She's sick of lieing in bed but she can't move without a red hot poker of pain skewering her. I ask if she wants to go to the hospital. She does. Then she doesn't. She isn't delirious. Not the psychotic episode from last year. Just pain. I can only nurse and bring her things if she needs them.

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