Going to hospital tomorrow - sedation, gastroscopy, biopsy/biopsies (God and Dr Moloney only know, how many samples of my wonderfully attractive inside he would like to have a proper look at!)...  He (Dr M) is determined to figure out what on Earth is going on with my digestive system - while I'm sooooo tired with it, there are moments I honestly don't care any more.  Anything is better than thinking about the constant pain, the nausea, the feeling that one more bite and whatever I ate will not stay inside me much longer...  and eating all the mushy stuff doesn't do much for my appetite either - I mean, what appetite...?

Dr Eimear told me today she sent the request for the wrist surgery for me some three weeks ago - we will see how long we'll have to wait for that one.  At the moment my right wrist is wrapped in a gigantic bandage - because the pain is so bad, I had to start spraying with Difine again (which burns my skin very nicely, thank you), and then I wrap it in the rolled/pressed triangle dressing and put a decent layer of bandages on top, to immobilise the damn thing.  Yes, I do have the metal wrap, but the wrist somehow twisted and I can manage to sleep in the metal one, but not to wear it during the day...

Tomorrow is another day...   Or not...   I'm not in a good form for tomorrow, but I have to have it all done...