Wow this rollercoaster we are on is bumpy. I was saying to my husband that dad is like that Forrest Gump saying 'like a box of chocolates you never know what you are going to get next'. From the sheer frustration and rage he was feeling the other night to last night when he was feeling a great deal of pain and not good at all to tonight, well what can I say about tonight. He was sleeping when we first went in so I figured he was quite sore again he woke up and we said hi then he fell asleep again so I gave his shoulder a rub and told him that we was going to leave him in peace if he was sleepy he said no dont go keep me awake. He was very lucid but then he started to tell us stories apparently the ward the other night had turned into a house of horrors and was all dark and had scary things on the walls and very morose, the next night there was a disco and a live band in the ward and there was drinks machines all around him and there was a bar, he said he seen all the drinks on top of something and when he closed his eyes for only 5 minutes he opened them again and everything was gone. Next he told me that they shifted him to the cellar and kept him there all day in the cellar. I have no idea what my face must have been like during that conversation he was insistant it happened so I had to appear to believe him. He went to the bathroom and I just looked at my husband who was in disbelief at what he heard. I presume this is just the cancer working its way through him that is the only reason I can figure for this. When I came back and phoned family to tell them I could do nothing but laugh as now I find it hilarious, maybe insanity has hit me, I also think it is good to still have a sense of humour about it all than being morbid and depressed that he is like this. So heres to tomorrows adventure................... what ever it may be.
