August 9thI wake up to some loud noises in the morning. The nurses arrive and I get more medication. They check the details from last night. When they finish, I get my breakfast on a tray. Toast with jam and some warm tea, it tastes nice. I manage to go to the toilet slowly. Even brushing my teeth seems difficult but I manage to do it somehow but I cry because I feel frustrated. When I crawl back to my bed, I notice a huge bouquet of red roses standing on the desk by my bed. This wasn`t here yesterday afternoon. Doctor Deeks usually gets these beautiful bouquets done. He is nice. I just got back in bed when a loud, cheerful man around his forties comes in the room. He has a huge beard which would get him into prison. He looks for an upbeat song on his speaker and tells me that his name is
