No vomit at all.
The feeling is amazing.
Drips a-go-go, but at last I feel that there has been a step in the right direction.
Speaking of which, me and my trusty drip pole are now able to venture around my R-W-A-V, into the 'en suite', perform various activities and wander back to The Bed.
I have been visited by my consultant, been patted on the shoulder, smiled at, and congratulated on my patience.
The bemusement I feel is unexplainable. I just feel better.
Had some sips of water. Nectar.
Had a sip of orange juice. Also nectar.
Had a teeny tiny cup of tea. My elation is palpable.
A beautiful lady in a black cap came wandering in with a little mug of watered-down bit-free chicken soup.
Words fail me. My life is now complete. It took me an hour to sip it, but every mouthful was heavenly.
So we all agree, that I am now on Day 1 Proper......... not a day too late.
Not Day 1 For Real - that comes when I get home!!!!!
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