The Captain has remembered the large bell that Bea gave me to summon him during my convalescence, and is getting his own back. He started eating again yesterday - a tiny bowl of veggie soup (homemade) and a small bowl of stewed fruit and custard for lunch - and a larger bowl of soup, plus a slice of toast and a yogurt in the evening.
Plus lots of cups of tea and glasses of water - RING, RING, CLANG, CLANG.
Oh and some grapes - Duchy, organic - which were all he ate the day before. I am up early, have reset his glasses and his fruit bowl - no need to re-charge the bell, it is of the old fashioned Pick-it-up-and-ring-it kind.
Oh and he also had a small slice of fruit cake.
All that seems positive, but I will feel happier when the catheter is removed. As I am sure will he.
Obviously I have not been out on the work this week - nor did I get to the Thursday night meeting - I didn't even listen in on the phone link - RING RING CLANG CLANG. And I am behind with my studies...
However, I have managed a little - very little - internet witnessing, as some internet friends have asked some good questions. I am trying to direct them to the website and their local congregation, who will be calling on them regularly. And I did enclose a small Bible tract in a letter I sent updating an aunt on the health situation.
Thanks to all who have phoned, emailed and sent cards. It is all much appreciated.
Postcript: Captain Butterfly has pointed out crossly that he hasn't used his bell once yet. No. Fair enough, apart from a Test Ring, but the threat of it is there.